Long overdue: the report of a few days in the Alps to acclimatize for UTMB.
And I’m back. Feet on the ground. A ground at about 50m above sea level. And, from a very mathematic approach, the past 9 days have been a success. Plenty of amazing things. And then this one negative thing that, right now, seems to outweigh all the great things that happened. Emotions tend to take the overhand when dreams are involved and it takes time and distance to put things in perspective. Read the Post The road less travelled – UTMB 2015
Alright! It’s time to go! In a few hours, I’m leaving for the French Alps to fulfill what has been a goal for over 2 years. The idea is to hike the Pointe Percée area for a few days and then pick up Kim and head for Chamonix and try to find some distraction to prevent getting overly nervous! Read the Post Ultra Trail Mont Blanc 2015
My nerves are starting to get to me. I just looked it up and my first mentioning of the Ultra Trail Mont Blanc date back to February 2013. Back then I mentioned it in the context of “dreams”. Now it’s about as real as it gets as I just noticed my race bib has been assigned. T minus 10 days. Read the Post The final countdown
Not unlike last year, I decide rather last minute to run the Ardennes Mega Trail. However, this year, I’d be all by myself. Tony wasn’t really feeling up to repeat the challenge. That kind of made things more serious: talk less, run harder. So on Friday, after work, I drove straight to Les Hautes Rivières, pitched my tent and headed for the bib pickup. Gear check… my heart skips a beat. I totally forgot about the obligatory gear. I check the list and notice I only miss the adhesive elastic band. Luckily I can buy some on the spot. Then it turns out there’s another person who has the same race bib. With some delay, I head back to my tent and have dinner and turn to bed super early, hoping the events of the evening are no omen for the next day. Read the Post Ardennes Mega Trail 2015
Another weekend, another trip. And since things don’t always have to revolve around me, Kim was the antagonist of this one: she took take part in “Les Trois Ballons”, a 213k cycling trip with about 4300m of climbing to do along the road. So I took Friday off and soon, after a last-minute bike store visit to get her bike fixed, picking up an extra bike and collecting another one for a friend with car troubles, trying to get the tail lights of her bicycle rack fixed, getting some last minute gear in the store and being in traffic jams for what seemed most of the road, we found ourselves in the French Vosges again! Read the Post Les Trois Ballons – French Vosges pt. II
I’ve never been a big fan of my own birthday parties. Don’t get me wrong: I’m all for the presents, birthdays or parties in general. Just not that fond of being a host and feeling like I have to talk to everyone present. So when Kim announced we’d be spending the entire weekend of my birthday “somewhere else”, I was kind of relieved & excited at the same time. All I knew was that I had to bring my running gear. And that we had to be somewhere at 9 o’clock and that it would take us about 1.5 hours to get there. Read the Post 33