The Zegama-Aizkorri marathon was the hardest run I’ve ever experienced. My slowest and worst placing in a marathon. Also the best and most wonderful event I’ve ever done!
From misty forest to sunny meadows to towering ridges. From shin-deep mud slicks to rocky scrambling. From solitude and birdsong to thousands of cheering spectators, so loud that my ears hurt more than my legs and I could feel my spine tingle. I can confirm that the mud and steepness of Zegama are not exaggerated!
Thanks to those amazing athletes at the front for showing how to really, really run in the mountains. I am inspired. It was an honour to line up against you in the first race of the Golden Trail Series.
The Vertical Kilometre on Friday evening went a bit better for me, with a second place.
I'm hoping the deep quad pain I've had for a few weeks now eases off despite the racing load. Time to take a bit of time off from running to recover...
Thanks Zegama for the lovely volunteers and awesome (literally) event.
And thanks Igor Quijano for the photo from the Vk.