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.

My little training camp in Austria is almost over. One more day of running here, that’s it. Up next; Nature marathon Tes

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

We’re out for a run, Sara, Bruni and me. It’s our first run in the Netherlands after more than a month in Italy.

Time to reflect on all the running I have been doing this last year and come up with a new training schedule.

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

I got my Bib number. Now I only need a race plan for the Mighty Marathon of tomorrow. A race plan and polenta.

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

15 km's of running is nothing these days, but I guess my legs are still tired from my ultra run in Sussex 1,5 week ago.