For some strange reason this post never went online. I thought i still share it with you guys. Will write a recap anytime soon…
|Picture: schneider outdoor visions|
Holy Moly. Stage 7. What a monster.
After yesterday I thought I’m getting better but that is not the case. Today was a huge and disgusting suffer-day for me. At least when the climbing commenced. This uphill section was just sick. The longest accent of the whole race was a long expedition for me. I thought it would never end. It essentially did end. At about 2.289 meters above sea level. I was cooked and was frozen at the same time. Running in the flat seems to be not the problem, but when the pulse needs to go up on the climbing nothing is happenings. It is like driving a 5 gear car in 3rd gear all the time. It must have been painful for Hendrik as well, as he had to wait on top of the Tabaretta. For quite a while I guess.
It is strange. Tomorrow is the last stage. This eight-day race is coming to an end. It went pretty fast. More less.
I don’t want to write a long post, as I do not want to waste any more time in front of the computer. This race is not about long post. This race is about the people, the racers, and all the participants. At this stage I cannot walk in the camp or around the certain towns without having a chat with some of the fellow racers from the Basque country, the Catalans, the Austrians, the Swiss, the Danish, the Venezuelans… this list goes on and on.
These days created such a special relation between each and everyone. Being around here, listening, watching and talking is more then just running. It is the exquisiteness of making new friends, spending time with old friends and getting to know new people, new perspectives and new insights in different cultures. I’m thankful to have the opportunity to learn so much and get so much out of this atmosphere.
I’ll switch if the computer now. It has been way to long in front of this thing.