Patagonia has been a dream destination of mine for a long, long time. I've always loved watching documentaries on the region showing the amazing landscape and wildlife. It's a place I've always wanted to visit but didn't think I'd ever get the chance, so when the opportunity came to race Ultra Torres del Paine in Chile it was an easy decision to make. Fast forward 3 months and I find myself on the startline in Villa Cerró Castillo in Southern Chile with 81km and 3500m+ ahead of me, I was looking forward to this.
It's pretty cold in Patagonia at 7am so it was a relief when the gun went and we could get moving. The first couple of kms were flat, a nice warm up, before hitting the first climb of the day. As we hit the climb I began to pull away from the field, not intentionally, but I was comfortable so I pushed on up the 500m of ascent. The route was on a dirt road so I wasn't really paying much attention to the course markings, I was too busy looking at the colours in the sky before sunrise. As is traditional for me, I missed the course markings that lead away from the route and onto the open hillside. By the time I realised my mistake I'd ran an extra km off course and had to run another km back to the correct route, I met another few runners along the way who had made the same mistake, sometimes 81km just isn't enough! By the time I got back on track I'd dropped from first to fifth but I wasn't overly concerned as I could see the other runners off in the distance and pulled them in by the time we hit the bottom of the first descent at around 12km. The sunrise was pretty special, amazing colours in the sky showing the incredible Torres del Paine off in the distance.
I took the lead again at the bottom of the second climb and as I approached the top I could see two massive birds sitting at the edge of a cliff just 20m for me. They were giant condors, I actually stopped to watch them as they took off. They were massive, a sight I'll never forget. I've seen them on TV before but I couldn't believe how big they are when you're this close to them. I lost a couple of minutes watching them but it was worth it. The chasing pack of 3 caught me so no more condor watching, back to the race! I stayed with the pack until we hit the checkpoint at 15km. Between checkpoints 1 and 2 were a fairly flat 5 kms which took us to the bottom of the toughest climb of the day, a pretty brutal 800m+ over just 3km. This part of the course reminded me so much of an area very close to where I grew up in the South of Scotland called the Dalvean Pass, very green, very steep and very wet underfoot. By the bottom of the climb I already had a gap on the others again and by half way up I could see that the gap was opening all the time so I just relaxed again and really enjoyed the surroundings trying to take it all in. The climb was pretty brutal, really steep and long enough to make you wish it was over but it was worth it for the views from the top, just unbelievable. Underfoot conditions had changed from boggy marshland to volcanic ash and snow. Running along a volcanic ridge in the snow just after sunrise was just surreal, one of those magical moments that stays with you forever. The descent was pretty amazing too, through a forest of dead trees that have turned a white blue kind of colour, just totally alien to anything I've seen before. It's easy to forget that you're in a race in these kind of situations.
The next checkpoint at 33km was supposed to be where I would collect my drop bag that contained my gels for the remainder of the race. Unfortunately I arrived before the drop bag! It meant I'd have to rely on whatever they had in the aid stations for the next 50km, a little bit risky but there was no other option. A few kms outside he checkpoint my mind was still thinking about my lack of nutrition when I heard a strange noise, looked up and saw my first guanaco, kind of like a lama. That seemed to make me forget about my gels, what a place!
The next 25km were pretty wet, muddy and fairly flat. I discovered they had chocolate and bananas in every checkpoint so that kept me going. This section was really remote, no people, no buildings, no signs of civilisation in any direction, a true wilderness. Eventually I started to catch the runners from the shorter races that had started at various points along the same route. I quite like this kind of scenario as it always gives you targets to work towards when you can see people off in the distance. The going was really slow in a lot of laces with the underfoot conditions, knee deep mud, huge puddles, river crossings, not somewhere to be breaking any speed records but a great course all the same.
By 60km the course started to climb again, not a continuous climb but really rolling and with the underfoot conditions and 60km in the legs already it made finding any kind of rhythm pretty tough.The most important thing was I was still moving well and my energy was very good, maybe chocolate and bananas are the way to go. By 78km we emerged from a forest at the top of the final descent, the views opened up beneath us of a massive flat plain with stunning mountains all around. The finish line was in the grounds of Hotel Río Serrano visible from 3km out. The last descent was brilliant, nice smooth single track, really fast running. I hit the bottom of the descent and knew that with only 1km of flat to the finish I had the race won. I just relaxed, enjoyed the moment and took in the amazing location. A really great day.
Thank you so much to the race organisers and Carrerasdemontana.com for the invitation. And thanks to the people I met along the way. I had a really special time.
See you in April Chile!
Anyone who knows me knows how much I love Mallorca. I first visited in 2012 for the Transmallorca Run and have been a frequent visitor ever since. The people, landscape and climate combine to make Mallorca a trail running paradise that keeps pulling me back time and again. The purpose of my latest visit was the Tramuntana Travessa, a 130km race across the full length of the Tramuntana Mountains from west to east. I've wanted to win this race for a few years now. My first attempt in 2013 ended with a fractured ankle after 65km. In 2014 I finished 2nd after rolling the same ankle again at around 90km. I couldn't make the race in 2015 so I was hoping for third time lucky this year.
We arrived on Mallorca 2 days before the race to relax and prepare ahead of the 10pm Friday night start. We studied the race profile and made a plan, what time I would arrive at each checkpoint, what Celeste would have ready for each of the checkpoints and plan B in case things are going wrong. We were very fortunate to have Marcel Ruiz Sanchez helping us too. Marcel is a good friend who lives on Mallorca so he was able to show Celeste the way to each of the aid stations, thanks Marcel!
We headed down to the start in Andratx around 9.30 for the compulsory kit check, a couple of quick interviews and to meet a lot of friends. The running community in Mallorca always make me feel very welcome and I'm very grateful for that, it's my home from home. As we lined up for the start I was reunited with my Compressport teammate and local legend Miquel "the boss" Capo. A few weeks earlier we had ran together practically all day everyday for the 6 days of the Everest Trail Race (see previous blog post). Our strengths compliment each other well so I was expecting to see a lot of Miquel in this race too.
On the stroke of 10 we were off into the night, it was around 8 degrees, clear and with no wind at all, perfect running conditions.
The pace was very easy as we left the town and headed for the mountains. I settled into the middle of the lead group of 7 or 8 runners and just stayed as relaxed as possible to conserve energy for the long night ahead. With a 10pm start and sunrise at 7.52am it was going to be a long time running in darkness. With the Everest Trail race only a couple of weeks earier and the Ecotrail Funchal 80km just 2 weeks before that I wasn't sure how I was going to feel. I'd come home from the Himalayas sick so hadn't felt great in training but thankfully as we made our way up the first climb I was feelining really good. My legs were light and my breathing was relaxed.
As we climbed S'Esclop and started the descent to the first aid station at Boa Estallencs I was on familiar territory, this is where I train a lot (and run out of water) in summer. I knew every rock and turn and that really helped me to stay relaxed in the early stages. We reached the aid station at 21 km as a group of 6 or 7, refilled the water and pushed on towards my favourite climb on the island, Galatzo.
As we started to climb, Miquel and I raised the pace slightly and within a few minutes we were out of sight of the others. It was a stunning night up there with the silhoutte of the Tramuntana against a sky full of stars, really spectacular.
As we made the descent from Galatzo things became a little more difficult. We were both suffereing from stomach problems and had to stop several times. I had made a mistake with my prerace nutrition and was paying the price. It made for an uncomfortable hour or so but eventually I worked my way through it and by the time we arrived at the next aid station at Esporlas(44km) I was almost back to normal. I ate some solid food here to give my stomach a break from the gels and it seemed to help. The next section to Valldemossa was pretty uneventful. We seemed to pick up from where we left off in the Himalayas, I would lead on the climbs and Miquel would lead on the descents. Valldemossa(56km) came and went and we pushed on towards Bunyola. It was around this time that I started to feel tired, it was late into the night, we'd ran around 65km and it was still a long time until the sun would come up. This is where you start to wrestle with your mind. I know my body is capable because I've done it many times before but sometimes the mind needs convincing!
We took a little longer in the aid station at Bunyola(71km). I think we were both feeling the pace by now and I wanted to take on as many calories as I could as I knew the climb out of Bunyola from a race I did earlier this year and I knew it was going to hurt. It didn't disappoint! After Bunyola I wouldn't see Celeste and Marcel until Tossals at 95km. This was the toughest section of the race for me. The last hour of darkness, the fatigue of the long night and kms already run, the kms still to go and the very technical terrain made for some tough moments. As the first light of day arrived I was having some mild hallucinations. We were running through an olive grove and the tree trunks looked like people and animals, I forced a caffeine gel down and tried to shake myself awake. I hit my absloute lowest point just before the checkpoint at Tossals but fortunatley the sugar was beginning to take effect and the sun was waking me up again. Miquel kept the pace honest and forced us on into the checkpoint. I would've been slower without him for sure.
We stopped in Tossals for hot coffee, some sort of Mallorcan cake, banana and probably some other things that I've forgotten about. We laughed about the effort, the distance still to go, the things we were going to eat in Pollenca at the finish line and tried not to think about the remaining kms.
At this time of the morning and particularly at this time of year the climb from Tossals to Massanella was just stunning. The low light of the morning, the sun on the Mallorcan rocks and everything much greener than in the summer, it was probably the most beautiful I've seen Mallorca look, or perhaps I was low on sugar again, either way it was nice!! We crossed the highest point of the race at around the 100km mark and descended into the final aid station at Son Amer after 106km. I was feeling much better by now, tired and ready to finish but nothing like I had felt a couple of hours earlier. As we left that final aid station I hugged Celeste and Marcel and thanked them for their support, they made the effort so much easier. We only had 1 small climb left and then a steady descent towards the finish before the remaining few kms on the flat into Pollenca.
At Son Amer we were told that the 3rd placed runner had pulled back 35 minutes on us in a short space of time, I found this hard to believe but we pushed hard for a few kms until we had it confirmed a few kms later that this had been a mistake and he was in fact an hour behind us. So after a mini stress we could enjoy the remaining 20km and we had a nice surprise when in the last few kms Celeste and Marcel(who had also been supporting Miquel) joined us on the road and ran with us for a few hundred meters. It was great to share that moment together as it had been a team effort all night and we now knew that we would win the race so it was like a quiet celebration before we reached the town.
For the last few kms we were joined by some locals on bikes and the police on motorbikes to guide us through the winding streets of Pollenca. After 130kms together we knew there would be no sprint finish, we had shared the race and we would share the win, in fact, in the end neither of us broke the tape first, that honour fell to Miquel's son who ran with us for the last few meters to the finish line, the next generation and I'm sure it won't be the last time he crosses the line first!
It had been a tough race, longer than I expected time wise and more technical than i was expecting too. No doubt having the Everest race and Ecotrail in the few weeks leading up to it contributed to the effort also but this race was important to me. I had wanted this one for a long time and it was the perfect way to end the season.
I don't believe you can experience true happiness unless you've also experienced true misery. Those kms between Orient and Tossals were true misery but on Sunday as we gathered for lunch with Celeste, Belen, Antonio, Xavi, Angie, Borja, Antia, Pau and John knowing I had achieved my goal and surrounded by good friends that was true happiness for sure.
It was a pleasure as always Mallorca, until the next time.
The Everest Trail Race was much more than just another race. It was an experience of a lifetime. Two things above all else make this race so special, the people and the landscape. The Himalayas are like nothing I’ve ever encountered before and the people who call this place home are equally unique. It’s an unforgiving environment making for a tough life but the people, despite having very little, are the happiest, friendliest, most content people I’ve ever met. Always smiling, always with a warm “namaste” as you pass even while they climb a steep slope at altitude with a weight equal to their own bodyweight strapped to their head. Unbelievable.
So how about the race? It started in the village of Jiri and over the course of 6 days we covered around 100 miles with 25,000m+- broken down as follows:
Stage 1: Jiri-Bhandar 21.5km with 3795m+
Stage 2: Bandhar-Jase Bhanjyang with 3486m+
Stage 3: Jase Bhanjyang-Kharikhola 2521m+
Stage 4: Kharikhola-Phakding 2479m+
Stage 5: Phakding-Tyangboche 2224m+
Stage 6: Tyangboche-Lukla 2105m+
Each day would follow the same pattern, woken by the amazing Sherpas at 5.30am with a warm tea, breakfast at 6, start running at 8, lunch, snooze, sometimes another lunch, dinner at 6.30, bed at 9. We were sleeping in tents for the first 4 nights then mountain lodges for the last couple of stages. Each runner had to carry everything they needed for the week, clothes, sleeping bag, mandatory safety equipment etc while the race organisation provided the tents and all meals. My pack for the race weighed around 4kg which is a lot heavier than my usual race pack but wen I saw a Sherpa carrying a full size fridge freezer on his head the 4kg didn’t seem so bad after all.
There was a definite pattern to the racing too, every morning the gun would go and the young Sherpa Lama Passang would disappear up the the trail, myself and my Compressport teammate Miquel Capo would settle into our own rhythm and we wouldn’t see him again until the finish line! There was only 1 exception to this when on day 2 we managed to beat him over the highest point of the race but every other day he was out of sight. Not only did he win the race but he was always on hand in the camp to help the other runners, a lovely guy.
Running in these mountains didn’t really feel like racing. It was just as tough as racing, even more so at times due to the altitude and the terrain but it just felt like an adventure. I ran all day every day with Miquel and at least 3 or 4 times on each stage one of us would point at a massive snow covered peak and say “look! Everest!”. We were wrong every time until day 5! On day 6 we decided to spend the day with the other runners and that was a really nice way to finish, relaxed, taking pictures, dodging donkeys and yaks. In the end Passang won, Miquel was second and I was 3rd. We also won the team category along with our Menorcan teammate, the ever smiling Raul!
Another really nice thing about this race is getting to know all of the other runners. Normally at a race, you run, maybe have a chat with the people who finish close to you and then you go home, but here you were living with all the other runners all week. We had runners of all abilities from all over the world and it was great to spend time with all of them. A special mention for Geordie Jim aka Jimalaya. Jim had never done an event like this and by the end of stage 1 and 2 he was cursing and saying never again but the way he grew into the race and boosted the morale of everyone around him was great to see.
Finally, the organisation. To stage a race of this type in that environment takes a lot of courage. So many things can go wrong out there and if they do rescue is very difficult. Jordi Abad and his team do an unbelievable job. Very courageous but very professional. The runners are in safe hands. The team of Sherpas are from a different planet, including guys who have stood on the summit of Everest 5 times, these guys are the real stars of the show and it was an absolute pleasure to meet every one of them. Everest Trail Race I salute you. Namaste
I'd never been to Madeira so I wasn't really sure what to expect from this race but it's safe to say I was pleasantly surprised. The island is beautiful, very green, steep and technical. It's a lot like Scotland but with winter sun. We arrived on the island a couple of days before the race so had an opportunity to do some sightseeing and to enjoy a couple of the local restaurants in the main town of Funchal. It's a very popular tourist destination but still manages to retain a real authentic feel. The people were very friendly and the food was great.
The night before the race we had the Compressport Q&A session and the community run where Julien Chorier and myself had the chance to run with some of the local runners and other competitors through the streets and indoor market of Funchal, a nice way to relax and loosen the legs ahead of the race.
The race itself is an 80km loop, starting and finishing in the centre of Funchal and taking in 5100m of altitude gain along the way. It's essentially 2 big climbs from sea level to 1800m and back down with a few more ups and downs along the way. The race organisation had arranged an apartment for us 2 minutes walk from the start line so around 5.45am we walked down to the start and on the stroke of 6 we were off. The first few kms are flat along the sea front until we reached the bottom of the first climb. Fairly quickly we were down to a lead group of 5 or 6 runners at the head of the race and it stayed this way all the way to the top of the first climb and most of the way down to the checkpoint at halfway.
With 40km and 1 major climb to go I knew before the start that this is where the racing would really begin. As soon as we left the checkpoint Julien started the attack and within a minute we were alone at the head of the race. It was a pretty steep climb and after a few kms I had to back off and allow a small gap to open. I kept Julien in sight all the way up the climb, focussed on eating enough and staying hydrated. By the end of the steepest sections the gap was 3 minutes but as we arrived at the checkpoint close to the summit it was back down to 1 minute. We left the trail to join a road at this point. We were up in the clouds so the visibility was down to about 100m. I could see Julien no more than 30 or 40s ahead. I put my head down and pushed to try to catch him before the summit. A few minutes later I realised I couldn't see Julien or any course markings for a while, I carried on for a couple of hundred meters more and still nothing. I had missed the turning back onto the trail! I turned and ran back the way I had come and sure enough, the markers were there. Frustrating but it was done. I got my head back in the race and set about trying to close the gap.
At the next checkpoint on the descent Celeste told me the gap was 6 minutes thanks to my error. I was descending well so felt that I still had a good chance to win. The descent was a really nice mixture of technical trails and smooth fast running through forests, villages and open mountain. I was moving really well and after around 5 or 6 km of descent a spectator told me the gap was less than 3 minutes, game on! With another 5km of descent then 6km flat I was confident I could pull back the remaining time. As we left the mountain and forests behind the course was following small waterways and winding down through steep village streets. I was pushing hard and must have lost focus because a couple of local girls started waving at me and pointing back up the hill. I'd missed another turn! I was only 300m off course but it was a very steep 300m back up hill to the turning which had been obscured by a parked car. I knew the lost time was probably too much to make up but I tried to take back as much as I could. By the time I saw Celeste at the checkpoint with 6km to go the gap was 5 minutes. Too much to make up in such a short space of time along the flat coast so I just enjoyed the remaining kms and finished 2nd.
After the race we had a nice dinner with the whole Compressport crew to round off a great weekend. Thanks a million to Celeste for being there in every checkpoint, to Mauro for driving Celeste all over the island and to Patricio Fernandes and his team for a great race.
I left Scotland for Barcelona at the end of June with the intention of competing in the 2nd race of the Alpinultras series, Ultra Valls D’Aneu, before heading to Mallorca for a week to recover. Unfortunately that plan came to an abrupt end a couple of days before the race when I sprained my ankle badly in the hills above Castelldefells. It was a tough blow to take as the Alpinutras has been my main focus for this season. The blow was softened however after I exchanged a few messages with Mayayo from carrerasdemontana.com and an invite was secured for Ultra Sierra Nevada, part of the Spanish Ultra Cup, 2 weeks later instead. Rather than spending a week in Mallorca relaxing I would go for 10 days instead and spend my days training in the Tramontana, my favourite training ground.
Thankfully, I emerged from the days 10 unscathed with around 250km and 12,000m+ in my legs and fairly well acclimated to the heat. I even managed to squeeze in a race while I was there at the Crono Escalada Bunyola, a 4.8km uphill time trial, where I was shown a clean pair of heals by a few of the local youngsters in temperatures approaching those more commonly found of the surface of the sun!
I arrived in Pradollano, a beautiful ski resort at 2100m in the Sierra Nevada the day before the race. The town lies at the foot of La Valeta, the 3,394m peak which would form the final climb of the Ultra before dropping back down to finish in the centre of the town. A really beautiful setting for a race and a perfect place to relax for 24 hours before the start on Friday night at midnight.
Eventually, 2 weeks later and in a completely different mountain range than planned, I find myself on the start line in Granada ready to race. The music is banging, Depa “la Voz” is whipping up the crowd and boom, we’re off! 103km with 6000m+ ahead of us.
It’s a really nice start, winding through the streets of Granada, past Alhambra, the Arabic palace, all lit up and eventually out of town and into the mountains. The pace is fairly sedate and there’s a large lead group of around 20 runners. It’s still well over 30 degrees so I’m happy to just sit in and conserve as much energy as possible . This was the pattern of things for the first 25km or so as we eased our way into the race. The first tough climb came shortly after the 25km mark and this is where the lead group disintegrated. By the time we dropped down into the checkpoint at km 34 we were down to a group of 4 and by checkpoint 5 we were down to 3, Remi Queral, Alex Fraguela and myself.
The 3 of us stayed together, keeping a nice pace but not working too hard over the next couple of major climbs and after a long night we were treated to a pretty spectacular sunrise over the Sierra Nevada from Alto de los Jaralles. With a new day always comes a real boost in energy and it was around this time that I decided I was going to attack out of the checkpoint 6 at the 70km mark so I ate well and made sure I was well hydrated as we dropped down from 2000m to the checkpoint at 1000m 70km into the race. I collected my drop bag at the checkpoint and chatted briefly with a Scottish woman who said she had heard a Scotsman was in the lead so had come out to support, thanks for that! It would appear I wasn’t the only one who planned to attack from here, Alex left the checkpoint 1st trying to open a gap followed by Remi. I lost about 30 seconds here but caught them before the foot of climb at which point Remi attacked hard, very hard!! I went with him, thinking the attack would be short-lived but this was a sustained attack which continued for several kms. We were close to the limit and anytime we could see back down the mountain there was no sign of Alex or any of the other runners. We took it in turns to set the pace, each trying to break the other with occasional periods of truce while we recovered, it was pretty full on racing for a while, even on the easier forest road sections we were shoulder to shoulder neither of us wanting to give an inch. We would occasionally laugh about the brutality of it as we climbed higher towards Pradollano.
By now the sun was high into the sky and as we hit the road section into town it was pretty hot. We laughed as we passed our hotel, joking about having a beer and lying in the cold water of the swimming pool but unfortunately that would have to wait as we were at the foot of la Valeta, the vertical km of climbing over the next 4km before dropping back into town to the finish line. We hit the climb together, baking under the midday sun and again each trying to break the other, it was brutal but brilliant at the same time, pure racing. We stayed together until around 2400 or 2500m altitude at which point Remi began to open a small gap, I was trying to close it but the higher we climbed the more I began to struggle. My old friend altitude was getting the better of me again. The higher we climbed, the slower I moved and the gap just kept getting bigger. It’s a horrible feeling, my heart rate was through the roof and I was barely moving, just like in Emmona back in May. The climb seemed to take forever and with every step Remi was pulling away and Alex was closing in from behind. By the time i reached the top Remi was out of sight on his way back into town and Alex had caught me. As he moved away on the descent there was nothing I could do to respond. I just kept moving knowing that I would eventually feel better as we got lower down the mountain but by the time that happened it was too late, the damage had been done. I rolled back into town for 3rd place after an epic race. Congratulations to Remi for a brilliant win and to Alex for his strong finish. I really wanted to win but I had nothing more to give on that last climb and when you give your all you can’t have any regrets.
A massive thanks to the race organisation and to Mayayo for making it possible. See you next time!
Where to begin with Emmona?? They say a picture says 1000 words, well the picture below tells you a lot of what you need to know about Emmona, it's steep, it's high, it's relentless.
This was my first major objective of the season, the first of the 3 Alpinultras races I will compete in. The race starts and finishes in the beautiful town of Sant Joan de les Abadesses in the provence of Girona, Catalonia, covering 130km and climbing more than 10,000m along the way.
I spent most of the week leading up to the race in the Guadaramma mountains close to Madrid and arrived in the Pyrenees feeling really fit. My training has been different this year, I've been managing a torn calf that seems to reoccur anytime I run hard on the flat so I've had to focus much more on quality mountain runs and a lot of strength work in the gym. I've been unable to run any reps or tempo runs for quite some time but I've found a recipe that seems to work and as a result I've been climbing better than ever before and my endurance is good thanks to some pretty big training weeks like the 230km with 11,000m+ in Mallorca a few weeks earlier.
As I stood on the start line waiting for the 10pm launch I was really happy with how I felt, injury free and in good form. The organisers put on quite a show for the start of Emmona with huge crowds lining the streets out of town, music, fireworks and torches giving the runners a great send off. As soon as we left the town a group of 6 or 7 of us formed at the front of the race and thats pretty much how things stayed for the entire night. We were really lucky with the conditions, a beautiful clear sky, a bright red moon and comfortable temperatures.
I felt great all night, the mountains and terrain are very similar to the Scottish mountains so it felt just like home, albeit a little warmer and higher. We got the first 4 major climbs out of the way without incident and arrived at the 55km checkpoint, Vallter, just after sunrise. It's always a great feeling when the sun comes up during a race, it seems to shake the fatigue out of your body, for a while at least.
From Vallter the race really begins, we were already at 2000m altitude but we were about to go a lot higher. I left the checkpoint in the lead but it was way too early to be striking out alone so I waited on a couple of Basque runners and we tackled the boulder field climb together, climbing straight up to 2500m. This is where I first started to feel the effects of the altitude, my heart was banging in my ears and the effort was much more than it should've been at that pace. It was really stunning being high up in these really rugged mountains at first light, also pretty cold the higher we climbed and the wind was getting stronger making the narrow ridge sections a little interesting.
This high ridge section continued for 10 miles, all at high altitude and somewhere along this section I lost contact with my Basque companions, I was really suffering, trying to keep calm and continue to eat and drink but it was a struggle. I have a mixed relationship with running at altitude and today was certainly the worst I've ever felt up high. The only thing I could do was try to maintain a decent pace and get back down to the lower slopes as quickly as possible. In this 1 section alone we crested 4 peaks that were above 2800m and another 2 that were over 2700m, it was really brutal. I tried to remember all the reasons why I was there and some of the messages of support I'd had from friends and family before the race, anything to try to remain positive but it was tough, really, really tough. Without doubt, physically, the worst I've ever felt during a race and there was still half of the race to go. Eventually, after an eternity, I summited Pic de l'Aliga at the end of the ridge and from here it was a 700 or 800m descent into the checkpoint at Nuria. I was still in 3rd position but feeling really wasted and in all honesty I don't remember too much about the descent, I just remember catching the 2nd placed runner just before the checkpoint.
I decided to take my time in Nuria to eat and drink well, I lost a few positions as runners arrived after me but left before I got moving again. From Nuria we had a 1000m climb straight to the highest point of the race at Puigmal. It was a pretty soul destroying experience, as the higher I climbed the harder it got with the altitude again and it was really difficult not to think of how far we still had to go. I tried to just focus on getting through the next couple of hours until I could get back down to lower altitude. This section of the race was my lowest point mentally, a real sufferfest. Lot's of personal reflection and promising myself that I'd never race again ha ha ha.
From the peak of Puigmal we dropped around 1900m in a little over 10km, a fairly steep descent with some really rough, technical terrain but thankfully as I arrived at the checkpoint in Planoles I began to feel half human again. I met my friends Albert and Sergio here, we laughed about how terrible I'd been feeling, I ate some food and Albert told me the closest 2 runners were together 20 minutes ahead of me. There were 43km left with 2 big climbs but neither of them went above 2000m. I had the hunger back to race again and set off to see if I could make up some time. I was still suffering but nothing like the way I felt up high. Towards the top of the penultimate climb I caught sight of the 4th placed runner, it gave me a real boost. I caught him by the top and passed him on a fairly flat section, he tried to go with me but I was moving really well and as we started to descend I dropped him fairly quickly. This was one of the best descents I've ever had in a race, I felt really fresh and was moving really free, it certainly didn't feel like I had 100km with 9000m+ in my legs. That's the amazing thing with Ultra trail, you can feel like death 1 minute but if you just hang in there and do the right things your body can come round.
When I reached the checkpoint at Campdevánol with 21km left they told me that 3rd place was now only 12 minutes ahead. Again this gave me a real boost. I set off to tackle the final 1000m climb and then the long descent into the finish determined to make the podium. My excitement was short-lived! After around 10 minutes of climbing hard I exploded again, I had to really slow down, get some caffeine and sugar into me and ride it out until I recovered some strength. I did begin to feel better again before the final summit but any realistic chance of the podium had slipped away. I still pushed as hard as I could, made more difficult by the torrential rain that arrived with an electrical storm.
It was such a welcome sight to see the town again as I descended down through the forest. It had been a long, long night and day but it was almost over. The final couple of kms into the town were really enjoyable, I knew I was finishing 4th, not what I had wanted before the race but given how I'd felt I was satisfied and more importantly I was still very much alive in the Alpinultras series.
It's safe to say I was pretty happy to reach that finish line and hold the famous shield. It was great to meet my friends and simply to stop running what was without doubt the most difficult race I've ever ran. I even timed it right to have some dinner and get home in time for the Champions League final! I didn't quite conquer Emmona but just as importantly, Emmona didn't conquer me. Congratulations to Ion Azpiroz for his win, he ran a great race. Nos vemos en Valls d'Aneu!!!
I really loved Menorca when I visited it for the first time last year so when I was invited back again this year I was really keen to go. The only problem being the race is only 1 week before Emmona Ultra Trail so running one of the longer races at the Cami de Cavalls wouldn't be possible. Ideally, after running the North Coast 100km last year I would've loved to have run the south coast 85km this year to complete the loop of the island but I decided to be sensible and opted for the 57km instead.
I arrived on the Friday night, a few hours after the full 185km race had started, and was met at the airport by team mate Pau Capell fresh from his victory at Ultra Trail Australia. Along with Pau's girlfriend Marta we headed straight to one of the checkpoints at around 50km into the race to see another of the Compressport team, Laia Díez. Laia was already in a bad way, vomiting in the checkpoint, shivering and generally not looking too good. With 130km still to run things weren't looking too good for her.
My race was due to start at 11am on Saturday morning so I spent what was left of Friday evening having dinner with my Father and step Mother who were on holiday on the island. My father was also running in the 37km North Coast race, must be in the blood!
Race day arrived and it was hot,hot, hot! We drove down the start on the South Coast in Cova den Xoroi. There was all the usual pre race build up of photos, music, catching up with friends etc and at 11am we were off. Pau and I had already decided that we were just going to run together and enjoy the day, he was tired from Australia and I was racing in Emmona 1 week later. We had a great time just enjoying the stunning coast line, passing the runners from the races which had set off earlier in the day. As the temperatures began to soar later in the race and I began to suffer with the heat Pau kindly slowed down, thanks Pau!! We eventually crossed the finish line together in around 4 hours 30 minutes, more than an hour ahead of the 3rd placed runner.
A little while later Laia Díez crossed the line, having suffered all night and all day, not only finishing the 185km race but actually winning it!! To turn things around the way she did took enormous mental strength, Enhorabona Laia!!! With Nuria Picas also winning in the 85km South coast race it was a good day for the Compressport team.
Hopefully I'll be back to tackle the 85km or 185km race next year.
Mixed Fortunes at Mallorca Kilometro vertical & K42
On Saturday 19th March I got my season underway at the Kilometro Vertical on my home from home, Mallorca. After missing several weeks with a calf tear I was really looking forward to racing again and there's nowhere better to start the season than the Tramontana. The race starts at Finca de Galatzó and finishes at the summit of Galatzó, 1000m above. Runners set off at 30 second intervals time trial style which makes things interesting as you have no idea how you've done until everyone has finished.
Unlike other VKM races, the first 2.5km of this race are fairly flat before you reach the start of the climb. I ran this section nice and steady to arrive at the foot of the climb as fresh as possible. The first section of climb is really runnable, a series of switchbacks climbing between the 2 main peaks in the area, Galatzó and S'esclop. Then you reach a really technical section, fairly flat but across really sharp rock and thigh high grass, it's a good chance to catch your breath before the trail kicks up again. The next section of the climb is 1of the most stunning kms of trail I've ever ran, a nice steady gradient of around 10% with views down to the Mediterranean Sea on the North of the island. I ran this section pretty hard just to gauge how my legs were feeling for the k42 the following day.
The final few kms are much harder, steeper and much more technical, with some hands on knees power hiking and some scrambling towards the summit but the views from the top are well worth the effort. I was really happy to win the race and with how I was feeling going into the following day's race.
Sunday was the K42 race in the same part of the island, the first half is very mountainous and technical followed by a much flatter and faster finish in the coastal town of Peguera. There are 3 main climbs, Galatzó, S'esclop and Ses planes before the dreaded torrent, 5k in a very rocky riverbed, then some easy trails and road sections to finish.
I knew that the main threats for this race would be Pau Bartolo who has won a lot of massive races like the CCC and Transgrancanaria and Manuel Anguita who had a great year in 2015 winning several high level ultras in Spain. Unlike most races I've ran in Spain the start to this one was really slow,a nice surprise as I hadn't had time for a warm up. We rolled out of Finca de Galatzó at a really easy pace and after a km or so Pau, Manuel and myself eased away from the field. By the time we arrived at the bottom of the climb I had a very small gap of 10 or 20 meters but as we started to climb the gap began to grow. I wasn't trying to open a gap at this stage but just running within myself with a really controlled effort. Unlike the previous day when the sun was making this section really hot we were climbing into fog which kept things a bit cooler and made things feel a little easier.
It wasn't until we had crossed the first technical section that the fog cleared and I could see back down the trail, Manuel and Pau were close together probably a minute behind. It wasn't the start I was expecting but that's racing! I just kept pushing on with a steady effort and eventually reached the summit with a 3 minute lead. The first section of the descent is back down the way you have just came so you are running into the oncoming runners. The overnight rain had made the rock really slippy so I was taking it very easy to avoid mistakes knowing that the next section was really safe and runnable. As I was approaching the end of the technical section another runner was coming towards me, head down, I pod on, completely oblivious to anyone around him. I was shouting trying to get his attention but he didn't hear me or see me until the last second then panicked, stepping right in front of me. The result was a slip, a badly twisted ankle and effectively race over. I tried to run it off but after another km it was obvious I couldn't continue. Really gutted considering the circumstances. Who knows how the rest of the race would've unfolded but I would've loved to have found out.
On the plus side, I was really happy with my form and the changes I have made in training are paying off for sure. The race was eventually won by Pau so at least it was another Compressport runner with Manuel taking 2nd. I'll be seeing a lot more of Manuel this summer at the Alpinultras series, it was first blood to him!
As always Mallorca was great. Massive thanks to Belén, Antonio, Borja, Antia, Angie, Xavi, Pau, Javi, Elena,Esther & all of the race officials and volunteers. Team Mallorca!!!!
Unfortunately the HK 100 was a DNS for me this year. A calf problem prevented me from taking to the start line and I spent race day supporting my team mates instead. There were some great performances from the Compressport team with Gediminas Grinius 3rd, Pau Capell 4th, Yeray Duran 5th and Elisabet Margeirsdottir 5th female. Pau Bartolo and Arnaud Lejeune both started but had to drop out with problems.
Despite the disappointment of not being able to race I had a great week in Hong Kong with my team mates and the whole crew from Active Brands Asia and Escapade Sports. It was great to work with photographer Lloyd Belcher again in typically Scottish weather conditions along with Icelandic trail star Elisabet Margeirsdottir. Pictures can be viewed here.
Thanks to everyone who came along to my Q&A night in Escapade Sports, it was really good to meet everyone and hopefully you found it useful. Special thanks to Stefanie Ross Hemshall, Tiffany Yam and Lo Wai Kin. See you guys soon.
Another real positive to come from the week was a successful meeting with Martin Cai and Lorena Compean, organisers of The Green Retreat, an exciting new training camp taking place in Thailand in March, more details about this to come soon. I rounded out the week with a catch up with Tim and Fenny from AMO Sunglasses followed by a great night out with some of the local trail running community and runners from around the world. See you next time Hong Kong.
Onwards and upwards for the Mallorca 5000!
With the Hong Kong Trailwalker still in my legs I made the trip to the south of Spain for the Ultra maraton costa de Almeria. I wouldn’t normally race 2 long races so close together but I had been invited by good friends and if nothing else it was a good chance to escape the miserable conditions we’ve been having in the UK.
The race itself was 90km starting from Agua Amarga and finishing in Almeria passing through the stunning national park of Cabo de Gata along the way. At 7am in Agua Amarga the air was cold and sunrise was still an hour away as the race got underway. I was happy to get moving just to warm up. On the first climb I settled into a group with 4 or 5 other runners at the head of the field and was happy just to go with the pace while it was still dark. I really had no idea what to expect from my legs so didn’t want to push too hard too soon.
I stayed with the group until the first checkpoint at 13km at which point the sun was coming up. I got a real boost from the sunrise lighting up the desert landscape and decided to start pushing on. I opened up the gap fairly quickly and it continued to grow as we made our way up over the biggest climb of the day. The scenery here is pretty spectacular, made famous by movies like Indiana Jones and the last crusade and Lawrence of Arabia as well as many westerns.
I was alone from this point onwards until I started to catch the marathon runners who would start further along the course at 10am. I was definitely feeling the effects of Hong Kong with no zip in my legs and just a real lack of energy. I met my friends Antonio and Mar at the checkpoint at 45km and this gave me a much needed morale boost. They gave me my gels and sent me on my way. After another 15km of climbs and descents I arrived at the coast with 30km of flat to the finish, it sounded like a very long way in my mind! I had to really focus to keep a decent pace and was beginning to hurt a lot, my quads were gone. The checkpoint at 75km came just at the right moment, a chance to refuel and a welcome boost from seeing my friends. I knew I could keep it together for another 15km to the finish and I still had something in reserve if I was dragged into a race. Fortunately the last 15km were pretty uneventful but a sufferfest all the same! It was great to win and to share it with the people who had helped me along the way. Massive thanks to Antonio for his organisational skills and all of the Albaladejo family for a brilliant time in Almeria.
Onwards and Upwards for 2016!