Transylvanian Bear Race – Post race report

I’ve been back home from Viscri for a (couple of) week(s) now and I still don’t quite know where to start with this post. What a race. What an experience. I feel like I still haven’t fully processed it entirely so here’s an attempt to write it all down…

Arriving in Romania

We left for the airport bright and early on Thursday morning, making sure to avoid the usual morning traffic. All went well and we arrive at Charleroi Airport on schedule and with time to spare. Checked in, sat down for a drink and headed to the gate. Weather in Belgium at the moment was the same as it had been most of the week: grey, windy and loads of rain. We took off with some delay but after a smooth flight we touched down at OTP and the weather was absolutely smashing:

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We jumped in the shuttle van to the car rental company to pick up our VW Jetta and hit the road north-west for Brașov. As we drove up north, the weather slowly turned. From intermittent showers to full on pouring down by the time we passed Brașov. That’s what the forecast for Viscri called for, and what the weather had been like for the past couple of weeks. By the time we arrived in Dacia and left the main road for Viscri, it was almost dark. The last 30 minutes were slow and the road to Viscri was in quiet a bad shape. We got settled in our rooms at Nina & Dorin’s place (Viscri 195), went for a short walk through the village and called it a day. We we’re all quite beat after a day full of travel.

Friday

We slept in a bit on Friday, had breakfast around 9 and headed out for a hike until noon. The weather hadn’t gotten any better overnight, ranging from a slow drizzle to all out downpour the entire day. Needless to say we all had enough of it after 3 hours of trotting around and getting soaked, so we changed into something dry, had lunch and then we went for a road trip. My dad had scoped out some points along the race course where we intersected with roads and that’s where I’d see them along the course. There were 3 points and we wanted to check them beforehand, to see if they could actually be reached by car.

The first point was in Crit, that’s fine. (later we found that the course had changed and that only the ultra would be passing there)

The other 2 points took us over small dirt roads, turned into deep deep mud after weeks of rain, and our Jetta was far from up to that challenge. Disappointed we headed back to Viscri for supper.

Pre-race briefing

27492844991_b22119c6a5_o.jpgA little before 19h I headed to Viscri 125, where the race HQ was located, for the pre-race safety briefing and for dinner with the other runners. I met 2 runners for England and as more people arrived we all introduced ourselves and chatted about how wonderful Romania is, about previous races and the usual “are you doing the ultra tomorrow? or just the marathon?”. All in good fun off course. And it wasn’t just a marathon, was we’d soon find out.

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We moved the renovated barn next door, where race director Ben would update us on the course, the weather forecast, signage and any other things we had to be aware of. Due to some last minute course changes, what first was the marathon course would be about 5km longer. That is, if we wanted to start at the official start: the fortified church. For some of the runners, it was their first time doing a marathon distance race and they didn’t want to push their luck by adding more distance to their day than needed, so they arranged to be dropped of along the course. Most of us on the other hand felt like we should be starting at the church, extra distance be damned, we’d tough it out. After the briefing we had a pasta dinner, a beer and chatted away with new people. Around 22h I headed back “home” (that’s what 195 really feels like for me when I’m in Viscri) to pack my race kit (and then reconsidered, pack again, changed my mind again, pack again..) In bed my 23h, head buzzing but I was able to get some descent sleep none the less.

Saturday – race day!

I was up around 6, jumped in the shower, triple checked my vest and food and then I headed up the village to 125 for breakfast with the other runners. Some coffee and eggs later, we all headed for the church a little before 8 to see of the ultra runners. 80km in this weather and terrain is nothing short from impressive and it was great to see these 16 amazing runners off. After that we headed back for some more coffee, pinned on our bibs, took some pre-race photos, filled up our bottles and headed back to church for our start. Nervous laughs and people checking their laces and vests for the 12th time. This was it. Here we go. With a couple minute to go before 9am, we all huddle together for a group photo, then everyone spectating counted us down and off we went!

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I was fairly familiar with the first 10/15km of the course (I ran it on our visit in November last year) and it felt good to know which way to go. What didn’t feel so good was the immense amount of deep and heavy mud on the first 25 minutes of the course. A couple of weeks of rain, combined with heavy logging vehicles moving in and out of the area hadn’t done the terrain any favours. Slowed down to a crawl we pushed on, the front of the pack still bunched together as the mud bogged us all down.

On a particularly nasty section my left shoe got stuck in the mud. I managed to keep my balance and got out of it while someone behind me pulled my shoe out. Laced up again and onwards. Not 5 minutes later, same thing happened with my other foot. This time I tripped and had to catch myself on my shoeless foot: down in the mud halfway up my calf with just a sock on. Someone pulled out my shoe again, I poured the water/mud from it and strapped back in. We were 30 minutes in, both my feet were drenched in mud and soaking wet. This was going to be fun.

The weather on race day also deserves a more than honourable mention: after days of rain and a forecast that called for intermittent thunderstorms and showers, we all feared (and packed) for the worst. But on Saturday morning, while having breakfast on the patio, the clouds started to recede and we actually caught a glimpse of some sunshine. Things were looking up. And sure enough, by the time I reached 30km mark and aid station 3 (I had been running for just under 4 hours at that point), the sun was all out in full force. After aid station 3, the route crossed an open meadow for 2km’s and without the cover of the forest, the heat was just too much too run in. I tried a couple of times but ended up hiking the better part through there.

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With almost 15km left to go, I was quickly approaching the point where I’d be running for longer then I ever had before. And with the number of participants being so small (around 45 people running the marathon), I had been running by myself for most the second part of the race. All that, combined with the blisters I had around my toes made I really hard to run and to keep running. Also: open blisters and muddy forest water aren’t the most enjoyable of combinations.  Kilometer 42 came and went and I was nowhere near the finished line, still deep in the forest without a sign of civilisation in sight. But I knew it wouldn’t be long now, I had to be almost there.

Bringing it home

Around 2km later, the course emerged from the forest and Sighișoara’s citadel appeared in the distance. It was mostly downhill until we entered the city itself and went up to the citadel. But before we got there, there were a bunch of large (too deep) concrete steps that were really hard to navigate with feet as sore as mine were by that point. At the end of the descend, I ran into my dad who was waiting for me there and who pointed me in the right direction up into the city. Running under the citadel’s gate, I was greeted with loads of shouting and applause from runners that had already finished were having drinks out in the town’s main square. I was really exhausted at that point but I managed to keep running along the cobblestones. Until I reached the stairs to the school, where the finish was. 2 steps in and my lower back just cramped up. Total shut down. Struggling up the stairs, stopping over 4/5 steps to stretch, I pushed through. Those cramps made this by far the hardest part of the course for me. When I reached the top, it wasn’t very clear where the finished was so I went left (more uphill, my back protesting even harder at this point). As I rounded the corner I was greeted with cheers from the finish line, where my mom and sister, along with some other runners where cheering me on. That was it. Done.

I ran the 47km course in 6 hours, 23 minutes and 58 seconds and came in in 16th place.

Post race festivities

After I caught my breath, we headed down the stairs and joined the other finishers for a beer and catch up on how our races went. Good to hear I wasn’t the only one having trouble going down those concrete stairs :). A good hour or so later, it was high time for a shower. I headed for the nearby hostel, where the race organisation had arranged a couple of rooms where we could shower. Refreshed and in clean clothes, I headed back to the town square for more drinks 🙂 Later in the evening, we all had diner together and I got to meet some more of the runners. I found myself setting with a 2 amazing people from Northern Ireland, father and daughter, who ran the race together. And with a marketing teacher from London. A fun evening with good and wine and new friends. We left around 10pm, as we still had an hour’s drive back to Viscri to do.

I was absolutely beat, knackered, sore and equally happy and warmed by the day and the amazing people I got to meet.

Sunday consisted of sleeping in, reading, eating, napping and more eating. The blisters were bothering me a bit and my left knee felt a bit wonky but other than that I was fine.

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On Monday we left for Bucharest early, anticipating Monday traffic and we still had get our rental car cleaned somewhere along the way. The drive down went fine and we ended up at the airport with time to spare. That was it then, the adventure was over.

Epilogue

Fast forward a couple of weeks, I can safely say it may be over that it hasn’t been forgotten. Not by a long shot. As is evident by how long it took me to actually finish this write-up I guess. Running this race reignited something me, a drive to run more, to push myself beyond what I have done in the past. I’m back to regularly running every week and I’d love to do more trails in the future, even got my eye on an ultra next year 🙂

Shout out to Paull ‘Wildman’ Mitchell for the gorgeous photo’s and to Ben and  Hannah for putting this all together!

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Transylvanian Bear Race update – 2 weeks to go

2 weeks to go until race day, so I wan’t to post a little update on how my preparations are going.

The race has a strict set of items that all participants are required to carry at all times during the event. A compass, a waterproof map pocket, a waterproof jacket, a head torch, etc… The only thing missing from my arsenal up to now was the waterproof jacket. I have a bunch of jackets for running, but they are either too heavy to carry the whole way or not really waterproof. So I asked
around on Twitter and decided to go for a Salomon BONATTI jacket. Expansive yes, but I’ve been through a couple of rainy runs in it by now and it’s pretty great: breathable, really waterproof and fit for running. Waterproof jacket: check.

Apart from that, I’m expecting one more package with some last bits and bods (a cap to wear during the race, some extra nutrition stuff, some socks) from Bike24(I get most of my gear here, their prices are ok, they ship fast and are very responsive to questions).

That’s it gear-wise. But how am I doing?

Somewhere last week I caught a nasty stomach bug that has kept me in bed for the better part of Friday and this weekend. Not seeing up improvement so probably not going back to work tomorrow. But I should be able to sleep this off and hopefully my stomach will be back to normal when it’s time to run. (I got sick during my Amsterdam marathon, around the 30km mark. Not cool.)

Running-wise, it’s all systems go. My knee has been ok for the last couple of weeks so that should be ok. Running wise I’m feeling good as well, I’ve been doing lost of uphill work and repeats this last month and my conditioning feels good.

With my stomach acting up and the 2 days I’ll be away for a conference next week, taper time will start right now 🙂

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Closing out with this semi-running related tidbit: while strolling around the local bookshop last week I came across “The Way of the Runner: A Journey into the Fabled World of Japanese Running” by Adharanand Finn. Only 80 pages in so far, I’ll post about it again if I think it’s worth it :).

Baker’s cyst

About 3 weeks ago during a competition match the our badminton team, I started feeling a light pain and discomfort at the back of my left knee. It hurt a bit but the pain didn’t get worse so I kept on playing. After the matches my teammates said they didn’t notice any difference in my movement or game (we won the match with 8-0 that day).

Unsure what to do, I took it easy for a week, until we had our next match, and see what my knee did then. That Sunday evening, during warm up I already felt that this was going to be more than just a little ache: after a couple of sprints across the court, I immediately felt that same discomfort again. I finished the match, again without the pain affecting my gameplay, but I knew something was up.

There’s a difference between pain and injury and this sure looked to be the latter.

Last week I went to see my sports doctor about it and the cause of the pain is most likely a Baker’s cyst:

popliteal cyst, also called a Baker’s cyst, is a soft, often painless bump that develops on the back of the knee. A cyst is usually nothing more than a bag of fluid. These cysts occur most often when the knee is damaged due to arthritis, gout, injury, or inflammation in the lining of the knee joint. Surgical treatment may be successful when the actual cause of the cyst is addressed. Otherwise, the cyst can come back again.

So 2 things:

  • Given some rest, elevation and anti inflammatories, the pain should subside
  • We don’t know what’s causing the cyste to form.

So I have another full week of rest in front of me and then I’ll try a little run again to see how it feels. I’ll keep you posted!

Trail training in Viscri

I spent last week in Viscri for a project we’re doing with SPC Leuven. The main group was driving up and would arrive on Sunday evening but since there wasn’t enough space on the bus, my sister and me flew in to Bucharest on Saturday and toke the train to Rupea/Viscri.  

With a spare day before the rest of the group arrived, I strapped on my running shoes (first test for my new Ascics trail shoes) and headed out of a run. Weather-wise we had -5 degrees C in the morning and at night, but in the afternoon the sun was out in full force and it felt quiet warm.

I started off on the mountain-bike single track from Viscri to Meșendorf, which is about 16km one way. Since I only had a limited amount of water with me and I had to be back in time for dinner, the plan was to run for about 90 minutes and then turn back on myself and run the same route back.

Once I found the start of the trail, I was on my way. The first part of the run went quiet smooth, transitioning between forests, fields and meadows, up & down. I quickly put on the extra  jacket I had with me because in the shade on the forest and sweating, it got quiet chilly fast.  The combination of running and navigating the trail was a bit harder than I had expected and I did my fair share of walking, both on the climbs and on the flats.

After about 12km, I felt tired and really cold all of a sudden so that seemed like a good point to turn back and run head home. Turning back and knowing how long I had to go before I got home gave me a big mental boost and the rest of the run went great. On the way back I also passed 2 mountain-bike riders, the only 2 other people I saw on the trail the entire afternoon.

I reached ‘home‘ with 24km in the books, in 2:45:41. That’s 6:54/km, which is much slower than my road pace, but all in all, I’m quiet happy with it. This puts me on track for a sub 6-hour trail marathon and that’s what I had in mind beforehand.

Back in Belgium now, planning my training for the coming weeks and looking around for a trail half-marathon somewhere in early 2016.

Transylvanian Bear Race

From Viscri to Sighisoara, 950m of elevation over a 42km course, through forests and fields. That’s the Transylvanian Bear Race.

The courses will take you through Europe’s last unspoiled wilderness, combining the unique cultural heritage and landscape of Transylvania. Runners follow a pre-marked course through ancient Saxon villages, virgin forest, a ruined castle, open pasture land, meadows and rural village pathways. This culminates in the infamous ascent of the Sighisoara citadel, a UNESCO world heritage site and the birth place of Vlad Dracul.

I was a little tempted to enter in the ultra marathon (which is 80km here), but something tells me that for my first trail race, a regular marathon is going to be tough enough.

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For now my training I will be running 2/3 times every week, 10 to 15km each for now. Building up the distance in the new year, I hope get a ‘practice’ marathon (yes, that sounds kinda weird) on the books somewhere in march/early april of 2016. Trail-wise I plan on going off-road at least once every 2 weeks right away and  also a couple of races in early 2016. I’m also going try and write more about my training, the scheduling, the gear, the ups & downs, etc… Stay tuned!

Fast times: what will it take to run the marathon in under two hours? | The Guardian

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The world’s best marathon runners are just 177 seconds from breaking the two-hour barrier: what will it take to get there (apart from drugs)?

Nobody finds the marathon easy – even professionals, especially professionals. The distance is democratic. It has become an event against which hordes of people – fat people, thin people, people crooked by time and people sprightly as foals, rich people and people in need – test themselves. There are now more than 500 marathons all over the world, and more competitors than at any time in the history of the sport.

Source: Fast times: what will it take to run the marathon in under two hours? | Sport | The Guardian

4 Lies You’ve Been Told About Kinesiotape | Breaking Muscle

My experience of sticking tape on thousands of patients, running hundreds of taping workshops for health professionals, and taping myself whenever I hurt, is that tape works. It does cool and surprising stuff to reduce pain and improve movement. But I also hear a whole load of nonsense, misinformation, and misconceptions about kinesiology tape and what it does.

Source: 4 Lies You’ve Been Told About Kinesiotape | Breaking Muscle