What was meant to be a confirmation, became a question mark. A story about my first DNF, at the Trail du Saint-Jacques.

Running the Druiven Trail Marathon in Belgium, is running through greenhouses, thick mud and rolling hills.

Snow crunches under my shoes. The landscape ahead is magically white. The Houffa Trail is running in Winter Wonderland.

It's dark, cold, I'm tired, lost, but somehow I'm having fun. This Auge um Auge ultra trail run is strange, but cool.

This was supposed to be my easy, long run; the Seventh Seal at Kullamannen. I’m afraid it’s not going to be painful.

Highs and lows, downs and ups, the Trail des Fantomes was riding on physical and mental waves of energy. 

The Dolomiti Extreme Trail is precisely what the name tells you; extreme. 55k, 3.800 meters of altitude & grades of 50%.

ERYRI 25K: I have to climb 845 meters within the first 8,4 kilometers. Climb non-stop. I’ve never done that.

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My gluteus medius, the muscles on the side of my hips, are protesting. This is going to be an interesting race.

Twenty three kilometers done. My feet are finally touching some asphalt instead of sinking away in mud.

Tears roll down my eyes when I cross the finish line and fall into Sara’s arms. I’ve done it. I made it. My first ultra.