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SIERRE-ZINAL 2013

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At some time unknown, the 31km Alps trail race known as Sierre-Zinal slipped into my subconscious as a special event. It was one not to lose track of, a race to do one day, a bit like an exceptional mountain to climb. The race is located in the Southern Swiss canton of Valais. But I had never stopped in Sierre, a town built along the shores of the Rhone. Just a few hundred meters above sea level, Sierre stands in marked contrast to Zinal, a high mountain ski village. I had never been there either, though I knew it was close to iconic 4, meter peaks, such as the Weisshorn. I read up on Sierre-Zinal and realized why I had never taken part. The course is daunting. I was used to racing ultras, where I could take my time and conserve energy during the race, because there might be 10, meters of climbing over a course of one-hundred miles. I knew I would have to push hard and run every part of the trail I could on this relatively short course. Just thinking this through led to equal measures of pre-race nerves and excitement. If the course was daunting, it was also as appealing. Sierre-Zinal has a long history of attracting elites and beginners alike. In mid-July, several weeks before the race, Run the Alps staff writer Julia Maxwell and I took the opportunity to do a reconnaissance that was part hiking, part running. We hopped off the bus, jumping right onto the start of the course. The reconnaissance helped frame in my mind the locations of the seven aid stations, each of which acts as a natural transition point. The key transitions were, in sequence, from super steep climbing to just steep climbing, from those steeps to a runnable 10km or so, and from the final high point to an 8km descent— including the final 3km that really drops. On the downside, Sierre on an August mid-morning can often be notoriously hot. This year, however, we were spared. I set out with just a few caffeine gels in my pockets. As it was a sunny day, I chose to wear a cap and sunglasses. Thankfully, the forecast was mercifully cool, with the day reaching just 68 degrees Fahrenheit up high on the course. Sierre-Zinal has seen all sorts of weather, from torrential downpours to super-hot days. There was even snow during the first edition. Fortunately, the edition was near-perfect. It was a fabulous build-up on the start line, with 1, runners milling around, moving towards three starting blocks. There was plenty of music and lots of motivational chat from the race announcer, reminding us of the year history of the race. My pulse was already racing! Block 2 started five minutes later, then came the last, at A quick mile up the tarmac gave plenty of opportunity for people to surge or hang back before hitting the single track. Trail running poles are not allowed at Sierre-Zinal, by the way. Starting in Block 3 proved to be a mixed blessing. On one hand, my fast hiking pace was quick enough to pass many Block 2 runners, providing a rewarding dopamine hit each time I moved by someone. On the other hand, I had to get by them, which takes a little extra energy. Was I conserving enough for the rest of the course? Time would tell. My goal was simple — to race as hard as I could, but without raising my heart rate too high. There was no panting allowed, at least until the final descent. I knew that there would be far too much time spent climbing to risk being out of breath early on. The initial climb, although very steep in parts, went well. I managed to maintain a fast hiking pace, even passing others on some of the short switchbacks in the forest. Naively worried about the hour barrier at Ponchette, about 8km and 1, meters of climbing into the course, I passed through in about an hour and twenty minutes. Previous training efforts paid off as I surprised myself with an ascending rate of about meters per hour. I even felt good! Once out of the treeline runners come into the middle 10km of the race, a much more runnable stage for which you hope your earlier pace was conservative enough to now allow for some running! I enjoyed the middle 10km, but found I had to dig deeper to keep running, with occasional steep sections proving un-runnable. I found much of this stage to be at a challenging angle — the kind where you know you should be able to average a mile with fresh legs… But, my legs hurt! I reverted to my original goal, to go as hard as possible but keep my heart happy — a sustainable heartrate and no panting. That worked. It improved my mood, kept things flowing, but not quite at the speed I had thought possible during my reconnaissance. Once back in the right headspace this section passed without drama. The sun was shining and the terrain was pretty, with glacier-covered mountains as a backdrop, many cheering supporters en route, and a regular succession of well-organized aid stations, meaning I never waited to drink water, isotonic fluids and a little Coke. There is even soup if you fancy a warm drink! That was a real psychological boost. Almost the high point of the race, the Weisshorn Hotel appeared at around hours into my race. I concentrated on the job at hand. A few kilometers of gorgeous single-track lay ahead, a kind of rising traverse of a balcony trail, seemingly floating off towards the Matterhorn. There was 8 km remaining, much of it downhill. My watch showed Could I run this last distance and drop meter in 40 minutes? I pushed hard to reach a speed of 12 km an hour, emptying the tank in the process. At this point I often passed other runners, and I needed to get a little assertive as I came up behind runners treading carefully and the tourist runners who at this point were walking, having been out for eight or 9 hours. Impatient from time to time, I passed when I found a safe way around participants who, arguably, had retained more brain cells than me and were more cautious through the occasional rocky and rooty sections that were interspersed along otherwise runnable single-track. With 3 km left the course started to drop precipitously, with snatches of finish line tunes and upbeat words of welcome from the race announcer drifting on the breeze. The course really does drop like a double black diamond ski trail. I loved the descent. I knew I was racing the clock, letting gravity and a stupidly high heartbeat take over, yet it also felt like time stood still. It was a weird feeling. The last ten minutes were a blur. My sixth-place age group split for this section served as testament. Doug and Julia, from Run the Alps, scooped me up across the line. The beer in my hand was the best beer I had ever tasted, and coming soon would be the biggest pizza Zinal had to offer. The Allure of Running Sierre-Zinal. Share with a friend. Giles Ruck. Photo: corsainmontagna. Course record-holder Jonathan Wyatt left pals around with Billy Burns center , and four-time course winner Pablo Vigil. Doug Mayer photo. The author, left, with Julia Maxwell and Doug Mayer. Photo: Doug Mayer.

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