Silver linings – 25/06/2017

Bloggen ja. En in het Nederlands zelfs. Voor alles een eerst keer zeker?

Bij Annelies en Leen las ik een paar weken geleden ongeveer hetzelfde soort bericht: even stil staan bij kleine dingen die je blij maken. Want als het wat moeilijker gaat is dat eens zo belangrijk. Laten we zeggen dat de afgelopen weken hier best wat ups en (meer dan genoeg) downs hadden, dus ik probeer ook eens zo’n post. Hier gaan we.

  • Juffrouw Annie. Vorig weekend hadden we het jaarlijks eetfestijn van het Roemenië comité en ik ging naar goede gewoonte helpen bij de afwas. Dit jaar kwam Juffrouw Annie ook mee afwassen en opruimen achteraf. Ondertussen meer dan 20 jaar geleden was Juffrouw Annie mijn leerkracht in het eerste leerjaar. “Zeg maar gewoon Annie hoor” zei ze. Nee, dat klopte precies niet 🙂
  • Scherven, of het gebrek er aan. Ik liep vorige week de glazen kan, die ik bijna dagelijks gebruik om koffie te zetten, vallen. Vroeg, warm, slecht geslapen, bam, de grond op. Ik sprong weg uit reflex maar nee, niet nodig. Niks aan te zijn. Dat ding lijkt wel onverwoestbaar.
  • Concerten en nieuwe muziek. Ik ben zot van muziek, van nieuwe muziek ontdekken en naar optredens gaan. Dat laatste doe ik maar zelden, maar het najaar van 2017 beloofd een topper te worden 🙂  Zo zijn er al kaartjes voor:
    – The National (Bozar, oktober)
    – Cigarettes After Sex (AB, november)
    – Julien Baker (Botaniq, november)
    – Yevgueni (Het Depot, december)
    – London Grammar (Lotto Arena, december)Lang leve vrienden die je nieuwe muziek leren kennen en die je dan ook nog overtuigen om ze live te gaan kijken 😊
  • Nieuwe uitdaging: de dodentocht. Op mij andere blog was het al te lezen: ik ben niks waard als ik geen doel heb om voor te trainen. Dus gaan we van trails en heuvels in Schotland naar plat en betton in België. Zot zijn doet geen zeer. Hoewel… 🙂

Hoka Highland Fling 2017

A couple of weeks ago I entered the Hoka Highland Fling race, a 53 mile (85km) trail run through the Scottish highlands. When I say “entered”, I’m not describing the process fully, so here goes.

I got introduced to this race by a bunch of Scots and Brits during my time in Viscri for the Transylvanian Bear Race. They all raved about the course, the organization, the atmosphere. I looked it up as soon as I got home and added the date when entries opened to my calendar. As that date grew came closer, the race directors announced that instead of an open entry, the entries would be decided by a ballot draw. We had a week to register and then we’d be notified within 2 weeks with the confirmation. With 1000 places on the entry list and about 1300 people entering the ballot, I knew I had a decent chance of getting it. Didn’t make me less excited when I actually got the e-mail, though 🙂

Photo by Kristóf Vizy

So now I start training. And since “just” running a couple of times a week isn’t going to get me through 53 miles, I’m trying to get some sense of structure into my running. I’m starting with 35 to 40 km per week for the rest of the year. Keeping that up will be hard enough, with work being massively busy and the weather being wet and cold.

As I said at the start of my previous big race, I’m going to try and blog about it more regularly. To keep me accountable and to keep you all up to date on how things are going.

(I may have a new running/blog related project in the works, if all goes well you’ll read about that pretty soon too :))

 

Postcast: In the Dark

Investigative journalism in podcast form was started off mostly by Serial, which most people have heard of (or have actually heard) by now.

In that same vein there is a new show out: In the Dark, by APM Reports. 9 Episodes about the disappearance of Jacob Wetterling, the case that shaped how the US deals with sexual crimes. Interesting, horrifying and shocking. Find it on iTunes, Overcast or Stitcher.

Trail des Fantomes 2016

Running the Bear Race in June sparked something in me: a renewed motivation and drive for running, training and racing. Running 2/3 times each week: long runs, speed work, intervals. And off course, I started looking for new race to run.

Sportevents.be puts on bunch of trail and triathlon races in Belgium and I decided to do one in the middle of August: the Trail Des Fantomes in La Roche En Ardenne. They had a 33km and a 65km distance on Sunday and I was quiet sure which one I wanted to do from the get go. Ultra or bust, right?! 😀

Luckily, I’m blessed to have friends that are just as crazy as I am and that wanted to drive me down to La Roche on Sunday morning. The race started at 7, which meant we have to leave in Leuven around 4:30 in the morning.

Race day

My alarm went off at a quarter to 4 and I got out of bed right away. I was pretty nervous and didn’t sleep much at all the night before. Made coffee, dumped breakfast in a container I could take with me and triple checked all my gear. On the road 4:30 and as you would expect there was hardly on traffic (because it was still the middle of the night). Arrived in La Roche just after 6, where it was cold and very foggy. Found the registration tent, collected my bib and headed back to the car the change into my running kit.

A couple of minutes before 7 we all bunched up at the start, the air filled with nervous anticipation for the day to come. I was pretty nervous too, scared even. 65km, what did I get myself into?!? But when 7 o’clock came around, we went for it. 500 meters up the road and then straight up into the forest. At this point I already wished I had brought my trekking poles with me (pro tip 1 if you wan to run this race next year: bring them poles!). The climb was super steep and it felt like it just kept going and going. The first 15 or so kilometers were more of the same, alternating between steep ascents and speedy longer downhill sections.

Then the course hit the shores of the Ourthe river and it ran along there for a good bit. There wasn’t really a trail there so we were constantly scrambling over rocks, under fallen trees, up, down, etc… An okay part of the course I guess, but not a part where you could run or go fast so this part took a big chunk of time.

Around 25km we crossed the Ourthe, at a place where it was about 40 meters wide, and continued on the other side. I was doing good but tired from the slow rocky part. Interchanging running and walking for the next 10km, I pushed on.

By then it was around 11am and the foggy morning had traded places with a bright sunny (and hot) day. On a big downhill section, I noticed that the insole of my shoes were sliding around and bunching up under my feet. So I stopped and straightened them again, slightly worried that I’d have to do that after every 4/5 km for the rest of the race. But on the next big climb, the upcoming blister on my right foot started hurting much more all of a sudden. I pushed through it on the climb and when I reached the top I saw the insole had worked itself way out of my shoe on the inside and up to my ankle (past that blister, hence the extra pain). Knowing I couldn’t carry on like that, I took both insoles out of my shoes and stuffed them in my pack. But I also knew that that wasn’t going to make things any easier. These shoes, the Salomon S-Lab Wings, are light and fast race shoes that don’t offer a lot of cushioning. And taking out the insole basically took away the little cushioning that was in there from the start.

With still 30km to go, things weren’t looking up. I walked for a big portion here, running on the downhills and pushing hard and fast on the up hills.

Still walking and a couple of kilometers later, I passed Pieter, who was also walking and was clearly in pain. Chaffing at the legs, feet in pain, not eating anymore, the works. He was going to walk to the aid station at 40km and get out there. We walked and talked for quite a bit and ended up making it to the aid station together. That station was at 44km by the way, and by then he (and I) was in better spirits, I even convinced him to try and finish :). So we refueled and resupplied on water and cookies and headed back out. By then we had been out there around 8 hours and we still had about 20km to go. Rough, but I was going to finish this.

Doing a mix of running, walking and scrambling over/under things I made it to 55km, where 2 runners from the Netherlands passed me. With 10km and just under 2 hours until the time cap, they urged me on and said I should hurry. I was way too optimistic at first and said that wouldn’t be a problem. But as they were 100m ahead of me I changed my mind and I even got a bit worried. I was going to finish this and it would damn well be before the timecap! (the time cap was 12 hours or 7pm, at that point in the race it was just after 5pm). So, time too toughen up and hustle.

I hit the last aid station at km 60 about a minute before the Dutch pair. It was 5 minutes before 6pm then. We had glass of Coke or 2, some cookies and then headed out together for the last 5km, and the last big climb. We struggled up the 800m climb and started running once we were up and over the peak. All that was left was a slow downhill for about 3km, then the route dropped fast to the Ourth. Cross the river, about 500m through a camping site and the finish line was in sight. In the distance I could see Manuel (the guy crazy enough to give me a ride in the morning) and my mother & sister waiting for me :). They didn’t tell me they’d be making the drive down so it was a great surprise to see them there.

I crossed the finish line after 11 hours and 51 minutes. Relieved, exhausted, happy.

65km, 2800m of elevation gain and 4 UTMB points. That says something about how tough of a course it was and I certainly underestimated it. It took me longer than I had planned or expected but I made it through none the less. This was a rough ride mentally as well and there were definitely times where I wanted to quit. But in the end it was all worth it, those last 10km and crossing the finish line felt great.

Thanks for reading all the way down, until next time!

Should you fast before you run?

The body has about two hours of carbohydrate fuel (glycogen) at marathon pace (defined loosely as 85 percent of your max heart rate). Beyond that is the dreaded bonk. To simplify the complex science on bonking: body go boom. – Trail runner magazine, David Roche

Interesting article about fasted training. In the past I would always take food with me whenever I went out for over an hour but in recent weeks I’ve been doing these runs fasted and they’ve ended up just fine.

A week in the mountains

When my sister and me were little, my parents took us on summer holiday’s to Austria for a couple of years. The last time we all went on holiday with the 4 of us was over 10 years ago and with my sister graduating this year, the parents thought it would be a good idea to get some time away together again. Back to Austria

This year we went to the Zillertal, in a small village call Stumm, in a nice hotel at the edge of the village. On the first day we walked along the Ziller, had lunch in Zell and then I continued on to Mayrhofen, while the rest of the family took the train back to Stumm.

On day 2, we headed up into the mountains. But since each our abilities and expectations were somewhat different, we split up. The parents got off halfway up the mountain and would hike up to our lunch spot. My sister and I headed further up, where she would make a small loop to the hut and would hike/run a bigger loop. I ended up hitting 2 summits, the Ritzkopf and the Kreutzjoch, before heading back down and meeting the rest a the family for lunch (which was Kaiserschmaren, yummy :)). And we all arrived there within about 20 minutes of each other so the plan worked out great.

Then I found a route down the mountain and ran back to Stumm that way, while the others took the elevator and the train back. The run turned out to be about 20km, most if not all of it downhill. I definitely felt that in my quads the day after.

The weather during the week was quite nice, a couple of rainy and overcast days but for the most part it was hot and sunny. The sunburns on the back of my knees and calves prove as much 🙂

After a day of up & down fun on our own, we headed to the Durlaßboden Stausee on the third day. It was about a 10km hike around the lake, most of it in the blazing heat. But we got rewarded with some amazing views along the way so it was well worth it.

I could go on and on about the different hikes we did but needless to say we all had a great time. Good food, great weather, the mountains and most of all: quality time with the family.

There’s another post coming about a specific hike I did that was pretty adventurous, with lots of photos too. Stay tuned for that 🙂