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The annual ultra trail race that has been part of my plans for a few times now finally happened. I was looking forward to this for months with uncomfortable excitement , because I know from experience how tough these one hundred kilometer races with thousands of meters of elevation gain and loss in the mountains are. You need to be at your highest level of capabilities and still you will get your butt handed back to you at some point during the race. It is an exercise in grit and humility, every time. Find out how I did this year! A little recap. Tens of thousands of other runners from all over the world also would like to do that, but because there are only about slots each year, a complex lottery system gate-keeps us all. Each year you finish such a race and enter the drawing your chances of getting pulled increase. I love this system, it provides structure to my annual race planning. I enjoy going through the yearly updated list and learn about all the races to see if they could fit my abilities and schedule. In I was planning on adding a third one to it. After all, the shoes are the most important piece of equipment for such a long and grueling activity, so the better they work for you, the easier it will be. Which is why leading up to Zugspitz I took my time and put some effort into selecting the best possible ones. So I changed to the classic Hoka Speedgoats for Templiers for their maximum cushioning. My feet got in the way a lot and I even fell without any reason other than they being in the way. So for Lavaredo I went back to what worked and got the minimalist Topo Ultraventures , similar to the Altras but with a more snug fit around the ankle. They performed well but led to back pain at a later time of the race due to too little cushioning, I know now. I spent months strengthening my back and core muscles and used the shoes on other ultra runs, but the back pain returned — only in these shoes. Topo shoes with a bit more cushioning like the MTN-Racer model would have been the perfect solution for me, and while they exist, they are very difficult to get in Europe. I ordered some directly from the US, but they actually got lost in the mail. These are very solid shoes and they did a good job. Reasonably priced, too. A weak point really was the sole, the grip could have been much better — especially on the muddy and snowy trails of this race. The materials used seemed to be of high quality and there was not one bit showing signs of wear and tear in the harsh conditions I put them through. My plan for the first half of this year culminated in this race. But the longest bit of it was devoted to increasing my city marathon speed since I set the goal to break three hours in the marathon. Fortunately, my three hour marathon plan worked out even better than I could have hoped for: I broke the barrier not once , but actually twice. For the seven weeks between my final three hour marathon race and this Zugspitz race, I planned to first focus on two key sessions every week. One to stabilize my cardio status by doing minute intervals above threshold, and one really long and easy run on the weekends. All remaining days had easy runs according to what I felt like doing that day. Never underestimate the power of optimizing for enjoyment! I threw in a few virtual bike sessions on Zwift were I focused on leg strength improvement by cycling uphill for two hours. I did either six or twelve repeats of the full climb and descent, which would add up to m or 1,m of gain plus loss, respectively. Over a full distance of either 21 or 27 kilometers, these sessions took some time, but prepared me quite well, I think. That one took twelve hours and was great preparation for spending so much time on the feet at varying degrees of intensity. Of the Western States qualifier races, this is the only one in Germany. That alone made it attractive to me. What happened between that day and me signing up for it after all? At first, I had found a seemingly easy qualifier race in the UK and secured a spot for it. A one hundred kilometer race, but with only about 1,m of elevation gain in rural England located between Oxford and London. But then, the Western States people seemingly got wind of this cheap trick which they themselves allowed to happen in the first place and eliminated the race from their list of qualifier races. Unfortunately though, the train ride cost twice as much as the one hour flight to Munich, so I somewhat reluctantly switched modes of transportation to my guilty pleasure, flying. With about two minutes to spare I made it to the race briefing in the center of the little town at the bottom of the Zugspitz mountain range Wettersteingebirge. The European Football Championships are about to start here in Germany and the national team from Scotland chose this pretty village as their home base for the tournament. The town had banners flying depicting traditionally dressed Germans and Scots with big beer mugs toasting each other smiling. Friendship comes first. Lots of people wearing dark blue jerseys and kilts were roaming Munich airport, because the first game of the tournament will take place between Scotland and Germany, right when my Zugspitz race would start. Little side note, an Englishman named Russ Cook, who recently ran the whole length of Africa from the southernmost to the northernmost point, has just started with a little new running project: Running from his home near London to every England game in Germany. What a great idea! Follow his fun endeavors here. Fingers crossed for England making it far in the games, so he will get to run a lot more! A week ago, in an email, the race officials stated it might be a good idea to bring them, so I got a pair from a friend but I was really happy I would not have to carry them all the way through the race, as it was looking right now. Zugspitz Ultra Trail will go off in the evening at pm of June 14th. After Lavaredo, this will be only my second time to run throughout the night and into the day. The winner does it in just over two hours, incredible. An early dinner at 5pm gets some carbs in my system in the form of tasty Italian pasta. Nothing risky. At 7pm, something highly unusual happens: My dear wife Sophie arrives! This will mark the first of these races where she will be able to actively support me! Not so, this time. My 81 year old father, who just came back from a week of rowing with his equally old friends on some lakes in eastern Germany, decided to move into our house with his partner for the weekend, and they both took care of the four grandchildren. I am incredibly thankful for them to have risen to the task. The alone time from before has been a plus for me as well, because I can focus on just my own thoughts and take my time with everything in a way I prefer. Sophie understands this, though, and is very supportive of it. At pm we leave for the race center, fully prepared. The volunteers make you open your backpack and show you a few of the items on the list. Safety first! The Germany vs Scotland game was in full swing with Germany playing really well and already leading The staff here have wisely put the live score on the LED screen of the starting gates. For some musical entertainment, the German army marching band played a bunch of old classics of high quality, but these always tend to carry a bit of an uncomfortable Nazi vibe for me. Building up the anticipation over the course of the whole long day makes this immediate release of emotion at the starting line even more impressive. And the people of GaPa you guessed it, short for Garmisch-Partenkirchen did their part. The crowds here at the start really went wild! The noise, the positivity, the transfer of energy, the smiles, the looks of awe in their faces, all was amazing to see from the perspective of being a runner. People with megaphones, holding up signs, clapping and screaming like crazy. During the previous two ultras I finished, I carried Ibuprofen painkillers both times, as a last resort. And in both races I reached points where I felt like those were the only thing which could get me through to the finish line. Although according to my knowledge this is pretty standard for many ultra runners, I felt guilty and bad about masking the pain this way. It must be and should be possible to get through it clean. So this time I deliberately decided not to carry these relief pills. Quit or somehow suffer though it, just find a way. I do believe that my pain tolerance has increased because of these races, so I went into it more confidently but also sure I will reach a situation where I might regret that decision to leave the pills home. As often the case, the first few kilometers of such a race are leading out of the town on wide asphalt roads. So when the first uphill section started after about five kilometers, we all got a little unplanned break to take out our folding poles and puzzle them together without any haste. I was especially happy about my trail running poles. Last year, I got through my annual ultra trail with some Salomon ones, but I have since learned that the LEKI brand provides the superior product. The only problem, they also ask a premium price. Fortunately my friend Till F had a spare pair and gave them to me for this occasion. They are so much lighter that my own poles! The racing adrenaline just takes over. The first aid station appeared after just 10k, fairly early for a trail ultra. It was pitch dark of course. I use this aid station to have a quick cup of their electrolyte mix just to see what kind of taste will dominate my mouth for the next many hours. Ever since my DNF at Templiers I learned how annoying it is to run on a single trail and have faster folks breathing down your neck. It was so bad for my mental situation, I decided to take the first few hours very easy until the field had separated somewhat and left more room for breathing. Overtaking people at a later stage of the race is the exact opposite feeling of having people desperately trying to pass you at a technical passage. I notice nothing. Fortunately though, this was just a mild discomfort and stopped later on. Same with some pain I had in my left adductor muscles which felt like over-usage and caused some instability. But I knew from experience that something like this might disappear, and sure enough it did, also after about kilometers. What helps relief the pain a little is a change of technique and also every downhill part. Somewhere around here I reach the threshold where this is no longer a run I can easily digest and go for another one like that tomorrow, but a run which will require serious recovery. I am a bit surprised it happens this early, though. My training has been great and my fitness level is so high up there I thought I might make it through the night without that moment. What Courtney Dauwalter and several other endurance athletes call the Pain Cave sounds quite dramatic. Right in the middle of it. And every minute spent here will make me stronger in the long run, no pun intended. Her way of discerning the two:. Yes, beautiful. We should be thankful. Often when I find myself in these situations, I think of my late father-in-law Peter, who had to battle the disease ALS for the last two years of his life, watching his formerly fit and healthy body deteriorate and lose its muscles slowly until he was too weak to eat and breathe. At one point before a meal, he stated he needed a minute to summon up the courage to start eating, because doing so would severely challenge his ability to breathe, giving him the sensation of suffocation. I often draw my strength in these moments from thinking about Peter. With utmost appreciation for my legs and the whole body on top of it. How lucky am I that I get to do this? That my awesome legs are taking me through these extremely difficult races? I love you, legs! The body is holding up. We need to move up to about 2, meters in one go. There are always bits where the grounds change or the incline suddenly becomes a slight decline, so the muscle groups get some rest and others need to get active for a while. As with my previous races, I seem to be doing better than most people on the uphills and worse on the downhills. Nothing has changed in that regard. While the uphills require simple concentric quadriceps power, easily earned from fast running, doing squats, or climbing stairs, the downhills require eccentric contractions, where the quads are lengthening under resistance, which is harder to train for. It requires me to stay calm despite this and not get carried away and follow the faster, more experienced people on the downhills. One wrong step and not only are you potentially landing on your butt, you might also involuntarily slide down the side of the mountain into oblivion. Quite windy and cold, too. They have these experienced mountaineering doctors positioned near all the dangerous passages. Sometimes you see them snoozing, sometimes they have sat down in front of their tents, wearing thick clothing, sometimes sleeping bags, greeting everyone coming through. For hours on end! During the bit up here in the high mountains I notice the first gleam of sunlight. A rush of apprehension overcomes me. I stop and take a good long look at this mess ahead. Must be around a few hundred meters long. The people in front of me are all struggling. Many are falling down, some painful short screams are heard. All are sliding involuntarily, some decide to stay seated after falling and make a few dozen meters of progress that way. My friend Till S advised against it, because there can be sharp rocks hidden in the snow suddenly ripping up your bum. What goes up must come down. What I love about this picture is the headlamp snake making its way to the next peak. The poles are no huge help here. Do you need any help? As well as my undivided attention, wide open eyes, and perfect headlamp light cone placement, this downhill requires the leg muscle coordination to be on top of the game. Not too easy doing that after seven hours of running 35k up and down through the mountains at night. You can probably guess my relief when the snow field is over. At first it morphs into a muddy wet patch from the melted snow at a bit less altitude, also tricky to run on. The little dip in altitude is right away countered by another uphill to reach nearly the same height as before. And what a scenery it is. The clouds have removed themselves from the equation and we even get to enjoy blue skies. These red glimmering mountains got to me. Good thinking I chose to wear my Merino wool long-sleeve. Not only has it provided me with warmth on the peaks, it somehow also manages to cool me down now that the day has started. The material is a miracle. At this fourth aid station right in the valley between the first and second of the total three big peaks of the race course, I drink vast amounts of Coke to replenish my sugar and caffeine levels. Another Maurten gel which I carry myself is on the menu for me as well, a bit of cake is looking good now too, a little salty pretzel maybe, and the bottles need refilling. I have three ml flasks with me, two in front and one emergency flask stowed away at the bottom back of my backpack. The two bottles up front were used regularly but I also never got to the point of emptying them completely. Into one of them I put water, the other gets electrolyte drink always. Works great for me. Between here and the next aid station, we have to climb up the second big peak at 2,m and go down even further than this place is located, to about 1, meters above zero. But that next aid station will be the halfway point and we will have access to our drop bags. In fact, I barely notice it anymore. This has changed my mind. This is over faster than I thought. Difficult and still muddy at points, my shoes and socks are soaked anyways. Especially on the final stretch towards it my heart rate is again through the roof. The people have made a mistake and put up a park bench at this spot. How can you not sit down right now? I search for excuses and come up with one: Having another energy gel. That justifies a short break of about a minute on that bench. So beautiful. The next downhill is difficult, but not as difficult. And then something happens that makes me even more sure that my way is a good way. A guy overtakes me on a rocky downhill going really fast, and about ten meters in front of me hits his foot on a big stone during a jump, flies up in the air, facing forward and vertical like Superman, landing on the side of his body including his face, sliding over a few more sharp rocks and coming to a halt. He immediately groans with pain, actual pain of injury, and covers his face with his hands. Another runner and I stop immediately to help him. We get out his first aid kit, a mandatory piece of equipment, and quickly try to stop the bleeding while about ten runners pass us asking if we need more help. Otherwise he seems okay, no broken bones. Able to walk. So we decide to continue on and notify the next Bergwacht guys of the accident. He will probably reach them fine walking. Hopefully a bit more carefully. So I go on a bit more carefully than before even. I still got energy left and am happy to get some distance in after the slow descent. The two big peaks are over! The halfway point reached! Reasons to celebrate. And what best to celebrate with than freshly baked pizza? A hot pizza is super satisfying right now. After all the sugary drinks and gels, something real to chew on, real food, is such a welcome change. For me, this halfway point is a symbolic one, too. My racing strategy was influenced by what my friend Henning suggested: Keep your energy up for this particular flat stretch and aim to be able to run through the whole stretch. For every uphill and downhill so far I have thought about keeping it together and not overdoing it in favor of having the energy for this bit in the tank. A short check of my racing time until now reveals I have arrived here after about ten hours. I had hoped I could have made it an hour quicker, but I have also noticed that my watch measured meters more elevation gain than what I remembered should have been accomplished until this point. It could have been a measuring fail, but I learned afterwards that everyone had a lot more elevation on their watches than stated by the maps. This takes more time to run, obviously. In addition to the delicious pizza, finding my drop bag is a very welcome sight, too. Over the past few hours, my La Sportiva shoes and I have become great friends, so I decided to keep them on for the rest, too. Good as new! For the remainder I put on two pairs of socks: a thin injinji crew sock and a long injinji on top of it, to have more comfort for the toes and more cushioning for the potentially more damaging later kilometers. When removing the one pair I was wearing until now I was also glad to see my bare feet were in fine condition. No blisters yet, the heels were looking good as well. Just a bit soaked from the water and dirty from the mud. I had prepared a full set of new upper body clothes as well, but decided against any of it. My Merino wool layer was just too good to let go. Mental note to buy more Merino stuff. In my drop bag I also had four more large Maurten gels and four more Clif bars. All of them made it into my backpack. My plan actually works, I manage to do some real running! On that picture above you can see a tiny orange dot on the road. Although it was mandatory to carry routing information either on your watch, your phone, or in the form of physical maps, there was no need for it today. Marking was done perfectly. While in the mountains a single hard uphill kilometer can easily take up minutes alone, doing three times the distance in the same timespan feels like flying. No big fuss about it, as always. The time in Austria is done, the finish line getting closer. In what feels no time at all, the next aid station, V6 Mittenwald , is reached. And Sophie is here! I use the station for the usual refill and quickly down a full can of the energy drink they provide here, as well as two cups of Coke. Need to stay awake. And then, thanks to Sophie, I can pull another ace from my sleeve. Understandably, I wanted to avoid that mistake this time, but I also knew that the cravings during such a race are not to be messed with. Having a special comfort food with you can lift you up miles. The other runners knew this, too, as I saw many odd things in their see-through backpack pockets. Big and clunky cracker packages and lots of gummy candy are two examples. It was two weeks before this race I got the idea. The 4th Munich Breweries Ultra was on the menu the next day and in the group chat my friend Guy posted a photo of all the gear and food he was supposedly planning to take for the 80 kilometer run. And there I saw it. Please imagine an angelic choir singing right now. It is delicious. A bit salty and sour, but the umami taste of the tomatoes will be a great change from all the other things I ate. It was meant as a joke! In the years before, Guy snuck other joke items into these pictures. Thank you, Guy! The numbness, the punching against the ground, the swelling. The sore spot on my heels from the uphills. My knees on the downhills worry me, they hurt on each impact. The quads have been overused so much on the downhills. My butt is chafing, I should have been more generous with the vaseline before. When I put my poles into the ground I notice myself tensing my shoulders , which over time made them cramp up. I have to consciously relax them at each step, requiring more focus. My neck hurts whenever I change its position from just looking forward to, e. Both my triceps are sore, too, because of using the poles for hours on end. And finally, even though the LEKI poles are so much better than my previous Salomon ones, partly because of the glove-like pieces which click into the handles to more evenly divide the pressure across the hands, this squeezes my hands until they hurt and started bleeding. I had to clean up the gloves thoroughly afterwards. First, I love the prolonged single-focus task. I have spent the previous twelve years running several companies and caring for employees which has been a job filled with constant necessary task-switching and distractions and lacking a break. From waking up to falling asleep, my thoughts circled all the challenges of the daily tasks and around implementing future plans. There are very few activities that can successfully take your mind off of the responsibilities and self-created pressures to give you the break you sometimes need. Ultra running is one of them. My patience got better. And it increases my willpower. And willpower seems to be one of the key aspects to improving your own life, and also, by extension, society at large. Without willpower, nothing would ever happen. I believe everyone has a finite amount of willpower which can be used over the course of a day. It can be depleted. But the maximum amount can grow. Here are a few things which have helped me grow it. The attraction a big hot pizza and relaxing on the couch provide is not to be messed with. I was able to hold that thought at bay because I knew what it would feel like leaving this race unfinished. My DNF at Templiers in is still in my head at times. But so far, nothing. Quite possibly the new shoes are doing the trick with their better cushioning to soften the impact on my back. The quads will take more of the hit, of course, but I can switch back and forth to distribute the discomfort. That way I can make sure to evenly exert every part of my body for maximum output in the end. A bit leads us next to Ferchsensee , a pretty lake with nice wide paths along it. After a forest section with a bit of a downhill you can already hear the next aid station before it comes into view. Sophie made it in time to this aid station as well. Being here with her is like an interpersonal version of comfort food. A feel-good moment for me. Still most of it is fairly well runnable for me in my current condition. As is tradition, I overtake the people on the uphills and get passed by again on the downhills, often by the same people. There has to be a way. On this part I was very much with myself. This late into the race you meet fewer other runners, but I also moved my thoughts from being directed at the outside into my own mind. One step at a time. This is the ultra-focus which I love so much. As you can see in the picture above, the blue skies have disappeared and I think this is the point when the first rain started falling. It was so light, it even added to the experience for me. Quiet rain falling on the ground as I continue on running next to these huge mountains. As it increases I reach the point when I feel like I need my rain jacket, so I stop to pull it over. If you take a look at the fine print though, you see the next aid station is just five kilometers away. Of course. Just continue, one step at a time. These upcoming final 26 kilometers have about 1, meters of gain and 1, meters of loss in them until the finish line. This is crazy to me. Am I really that fast? On the other hand, I have been overtaking a lot of runners during the recent flat kilometers. So it could be right. For now I use the information to give me a mental boost, though. It also helps to know that the final mountain will not throw anything unknown at us. By now I am familiar with the type of trails in this area and I know that there are no new snow fields coming up. I do some calculations regarding my dream finishing time of 18 hours. Right now I have three hours left to complete this last half marathon and I would reach that goal. I have ten hours to spare for the next 21 kilometers. Of course this means I need to make sure more than ever that nothing goes seriously wrong. Taking no risks is my thing. The heart rate is up again, sweat is dripping from my nose, mixed with the rain, and I enjoy it. Nobody is here. I learned about this last minute. This is the first time. People are going crazy! So loud. Cowbells, party music, the smell of alcoholic beverages. The name is derived from a famous trail race in Spain called Zegama-Aizkorri where the crowds are notoriously loud and cheerful for the runners coming through the mountain passages. But that must have been one good-looking guy! Hm, okay. Was I hallucinating? Anyways, moving forward. We are currently at 1, meters and need to go up to a little over 2, meters. On the way there is where I find V9, Hochalm , as well as Sophie! Sophie went up here using Alpspitzbahn , a cable car, and then walked down the race course for 2. She tells me the course is just a wide stoney road, which is a big relief for me because it makes it a lot easier. The only thing that works without a problem is my Maurten gels. I even have to ask him his name and apologize profoundly! That makes me realize how tired and exhausted I am. We need about forty minutes to make it up the final 2. These last meters of gain have felt harder than much of what came before. But I pass. I think twice before moving my head down to drink some water from the front bottles again due to the pain. I knew that would happen again and probably cost me the Top placing, but I decided to let go of my ego and keep playing it safe. The downhill to Kreuzeck cheering station takes me another fifty minutes, making it hours for this Hochalm loop. A long time for just about four kilometers. As the rain intensifies again, I reach the timing mat right before the final aid station, V10, Garmischer Haus. The aid station volunteers seem tired, too. It must have been a long day for them as well — you have to appreciate the effort. The sign at the end of the aid station is great. It says there are just 7 kilometers left, 0 meters of gain, but meters of elevation loss. I thought it would be even more, so it makes me happy. At this moment, the race is going on for 18 hours, meaning I have just passed my dream goal. The elevation decline is slowly getting less technical. Some stairs help with footing and reduce slipping on the mud, too. The finish line is so close! Almost there. On the final kilometers. Pedestrians are clapping. I take a look at the watch, it says but the seconds are not displayed. What a feeling. It never gets old. I am a Zugspitz Ultra Trail finisher! And I did it not only way within the Western States limit of 25 hours, but also three hours faster than I predicted after finishing Lavaredo last year! I have come such a long way. All the training has paid off. Sophie is there, waiting for me and I fall into her arms so she has trouble holding up my weight. Even more difficult, they say. I lie down and suddenly begin to shiver hard. It takes about five minutes and then just disappears. I think I must have been smiling all the time. Usually I walk to my hotel alone, but today I can do that together with Sophie. In the comfortable and dry shoes I had put into my drop bag. So much better! A hot shower, a twenty minute power-nap, some beetroot, almonds, and a protein shake. Fresh clothes, and I feel a lot better. My streak running rules require that I go for a run on every single date. And although I have spent the majority of today running, the run started yesterday at pm. So in order to continue my hobby, I want to go for a minimum of a 1 mile run, or at least 15 minutes. But by now you know the aces up my sleeve to make that happen — and just now, with finishing ZUT , another willpower booster has joined the ranks in my brain. During the short run we again went to the finish line where my friend Nina from Hamburg was just coming through the gates. I was super happy to see her and being able to congratulate her. To make results more fair, these runners got two hours added to their finishing times. As the sun went down, I was glad to be able to continue straight with my usual rhythm and we fell asleep at around 10pm. It was a lot better reaching the finish line at 5pm instead of 1am after midnight like at Lavaredo last year. Surely I felt the repercussions of a whole night without sleep for a few more days, but not that much. In general, my recovery from this race was super fast. While on the next day another minimum 1. After that I increased the runs to my steady 8k recovery standard, just watching the pace and doing it as slowly as I felt I needed. Also something to be surprised at: It just took a day until I was already comfortable to go down stairs! New personal best. Not much, I think. The major cravings were taken care of, I was happy with everything I was carrying and the aid stations provided all that you might need. The La Sportiva Prodigio did get me to the finish line. And they did so in a good time and without blisters or back pain such as I experienced from my former pair of trail shoes which had less cushioning. They are alright. These are for faster and more experienced trail runners, I think. My current plan is to keep on looking for TOPO Athletic shoes in my size with more cushioning and keep my eyes open for other brands coming up with large new trail shoes as well. Especially if you think you know a way I can improve my downhill technique without having to move to the mountains or spend all my vacations there. The optimizable details include the aforementioned shoe situation and the importance of having great trail running poles. Those are the Ultratrail FX. One Superlite version. I will buy my own LEKIs for the next trail ultra for sure and find a way to avoid the bloody hands from chafing on the special gloves. One of the poles was five centimeters longer than the other! Neither Till nor I noticed during our racing. Will it be tougher or easier? In what way will it be different? What can I expect? And while that is more than Zugspitz has, the regions differ quite a lot. The steep parts are steeper at Zugspitz. Being further down in terms of elevation also increases the oxygen intake, of course. It makes it easier to keep running at a high output. Both courses are roughly the same length with a hundred and a few extra kilometers, but all these factors make a big difference. My finishing time at mozart with its 4, meters back then was hours, while here at Zugspitz with 5, meters on paper, pretty sure it was more like 5,m I finished after hours while I was a lot more experienced and two to three levels up in terms of general fitness. My guess is that I would have run mozart in with my current fitness level in around hours. When you have the same weather conditions, obviously. Those can be a huge influence. It might be more unpredictable. Both events are perfectly organized and great to be a part of. The areas are both stunningly beautiful. That might be another factor worth considering if you particularly struggle with sleep deprivation. Lavaredo is more difficult to run than both races. And the elevation is further up in general. I only remember one kilometer flat bit before the halfway aid station Cimabanche. While organization was near perfect at Lavaredo, too, I did like the prettiness of the surroundings even more than those at Zugspitz and mozart. The mountains are taller and more impressive. If I had run Lavaredo today instead of Zugspitz, I might have made it in hours instead of the hours I needed last year with less experience and fitness. With the first half of the year almost over, I have checked off two of my main goals. I ran not one but two city marathon races in less than three hours, which was a multi-year spanning goal for me, and I have now successfully completed the annual Western States qualifier race to be able to throw my name into the lottery bucket this coming winter. I love that situation, actually. The sense of accomplishment feels good and it also opens up space for more new ideas. Such as a double triathlon weekend in mid July and going swimming with Jonas Deichmann. The big next highlight will be Chicago Marathon in October. Really looking forward to it. Maybe I could even try to level up some more and do both at the same time! Thanks for reading and I hope you had a good time during it. All the best to you! This helps me assess the quality of my writing and improve it. Federico Hernandez wrote:. Time for a stupidly fun ultramarathon! Since my buddy Nicolas Palme and I initiated the race back during the pandemic in , our reach and…. Read on. This …. Another problem is my huge shoe size of US14 EU I ordered them and loved them immediately, but their biggest available size, which is EU49, was too small for me to run an ultra in. Adidas Trail Rider : These are just bad shoes, all around. They feel cheap and stiff like you could get them at a discounter. The new flagship from Adidas, their Agravic Speed Ultra were probably quite a lot better, but far out of my budget and quite possibly overpowered for my skill level. Asics GEL-Trabuco : They feel okay, slightly stiff and maybe causing blisters, but on the other hand the feet are securely in them and the cushioning made a good impression on me. They would be an option. Not a perfect one, but I could imagine running the Zugspitz in them. Merrell Agility Peak : Very comfortable padding, large enough, good fit around the toes without being too narrow, some arch support and a great outer sole made by Vibram. Cushioning seems very good, too. Too roomy. Too bad. The heel fits tightly, the minimal padding seems good enough, the toebox is a tad wider than in most other shoes which is great. The downsides are the reluctantly designed outer sole Vibram would have been a lot better and the fact that they are apparently tempo trail shoes! Not a downside in itself, but for me it slightly is: The cushioning is optimized for fast rebound instead of taking off the impact edge. And then they let me in The Germany vs Scotland game was in full swing with Germany playing really well and already leading Took about three minutes, but people were anxious to get ahead and went for a shortcut here and there I was especially happy about my trail running poles. When leaving the comfort zone, what area will we enter? The discomfort zone. Not an easy task in situations like these One wrong step and not only are you potentially landing on your butt, you might also involuntarily slide down the side of the mountain into oblivion. The harder the battle for these views, the better they look like The clouds have removed themselves from the equation and we even get to enjoy blue skies. How about a shady creek crossing to keep you awake? The next peak in view This is over faster than I thought. Such a pretty place The current position The people have made a mistake and put up a park bench at this spot. Uh, that looked terrible. Left: old sock, right: new sock Good as new! It would have been tactful of the race staff to put some view-blocking walls up in front of this ultra-comfortable lounger Flat running with some great mountain views My favorite, a slight downhill through the woods, requiring no thoughts at all on footing On that picture above you can see a tiny orange dot on the road. Finally someone to tell me about it! Enjoying two or three spoons full of tomato paste at V6, 64 kilometers in It was just perfect. No salami providing animal had to suffer for this bliss. This frees up your willpower to do new other things or deepen the habit in some way. These long ultra races, for example, are only sounding realistic to me because I have started with lesser races like a city marathon and worked myself slowly up via hilly marathons, a mountain marathon , a trail 50k , a hilly 74k , and a flat k. Identity : It can be tricky, but using identity to your own advantage can hold a lot of power. If ultra running is what you do and you therefore think of yourself as being an ultra runner, you will surely go through with the tough bits any particular ultra race throws at you. But I think that can also be healthy. You can choose to change them. Gratefulness : One particularly powerful tool is gratefulness. In my experience it grows as the years pass by because we are exposed to more tragic situations. This increased gratefulness makes me want to make the most of everything I am able to do while I still can. Because a lot that can and will happen in each of our lives is just beyond our control. This bit is great and I can really let go and run down here On this part I was very much with myself. So happy to see her and also laughing at myself for doing this race in the first place The V9 aid station is the second to last one and has some warm ginger soup Sophie went up here using Alpspitzbahn , a cable car, and then walked down the race course for 2. V9 from above and a little homage to Caspar David Friedrich No rain currently! Focus, Mister Teesche, focus! Which makes me happy! Flat running! Wait, what? Water and electrolyte sports drinks: hard to guess but probably around liters each. Lots of cups of Coke, 2x a can of energy drink. A cup of vegetable broth, a cup of ginger soup. A few little snacks such as a salty pretzel, a cube of cheese, a half slice of plain cake, a piece of cucumber dipped in salt, some dark bread. And not to forget, quite a bit of tomato paste! What was missing, what could have been improved? They also need a thorough cleaning now My current plan is to keep on looking for TOPO Athletic shoes in my size with more cushioning and keep my eyes open for other brands coming up with large new trail shoes as well. Spot the difference! Very stony Very pretty views While organization was near perfect at Lavaredo, too, I did like the prettiness of the surroundings even more than those at Zugspitz and mozart. Let me know if that helped! Or if your opinion differs from mine! This bears the question: What now? Singing to instrumental music is how running makes me feel as well Thanks for reading and I hope you had a good time during it. How do you feel after reading this? Federico Hernandez wrote: You could maybe give this 'short glove' from Leki a try instead of the regular straps that come with the poles - I can think of it removing your chafing problem. While it can be a little bit warm it also protects the hand palms in case you should tumble. Leave a Reply to Federico Hernandez. Leave a Comment. Email required. Subscribe to the monthly newsletter. Get notified of replies via email. Since my buddy Nicolas Palme and I initiated the race back during the pandemic in , our reach and… Read on. This … Read on. This was one of the best articles I've read so far in telling about a race. I couldn't put it down. Your details were so awesome. You made New York just come alive. Betty J. Great review, enjoyed reading it and recognize lots off related subjects and hurtles. Andre S. Great article! I've read so many long blogs only to get bored in the middle as I suffer terribly from ADD and move on to other things. Yours has been one of few that held my attention all the way to the end. Chae B. Your good humor and ease in telling stories make this blog a really cool space. Nice review. Amazing effort Tim, well done! Thank you for taking the time to write down your thoughts, feelings and memories from the event. Another cracking read. Tom K. What a ride! Surely the race, but also reading about it. Thanks for taking the time to write up such a detailed report, almost feel like I was there. Till F.

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