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.

Fifty years. Fifty years and 4 months to be precise. So, what does that mean for a trail runner?

Less then 2 weeks to go, and I’ll be running my first ultra, in Sussex. I have to admit I’m getting nervous.

If I run the Forest Run Forest Ommerland Trail it means that I went from 3 kilometers to 43 kilometers in 1,5 year.

36 kilometers and 780 meters of trail running in the pocket. In other words, first ultra trail run test completed.

Sara and I are out for an interval training. Running these days is like running in a winter wonderland.

I see a lot of night trails lately, and a lot of ultra trails start at night. But would I like to run them?

The first trail run races I did, I was nervous. Now? I’m looking forward to tomorrow’s race, but nervous? No.

What I like about running: everybody competes against her/himself. Sometimes it’s fun to know how slow I am as a runner.

Lucky me: I can run one day earlier than planned. That run will be the first of the next phase with more speed-work.