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

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

Jeroen Stoof is preparing to run The Great Escape, a hundred mile race in the midst of the central Ardennes in Belgium.

Maybe it’s a bit naive to spontaneously decide to run an ultra, but I want to have another 50 km's in my legs.

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

Nine days to go to the MUT Festival. I am out for a run. My legs feel weird, maybe the strength training caused it.

I can feel I’ve had a hard trail weekend in Spa, but I don’t have any crazy pain in my muscles. What were the lessons?

Left, right, little hill, puddle, small bridge, rocks, mud, trees; everything seems to fly by when I’m racing downhill.

She smiles after 5 km’s and 7 km’s & after 11 km’s and more than 400 meters of altitude: Sara is ready!

We’re in Spa, Belgium. Tomorrow I’ll run a half marathon on my own, followed by a 10 kilometers with Sara.