“I lift up my eyes to the mountains—where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth.” – Psalms 121:1-2 (Verse of the day on September 11)
There are many questions people ask when they hear about running in the mountains for more than 24 hours: “When do you sleep?”, “What do you eat?”, “Where do you go to the bathroom?”. These are easy compared to “Why do you run these races?”. I will try to share my thoughts here as well as give all of you who supported and tracked me a rather in-depth glimpse into an amazing adventure over six days.
Tor Des Geants (TDG) – The Hardest Race in The World
Tor Des Geants is a course that traverses the beautiful Aosta valley in northern Italy. The race website suggests the course is 330 km (206 miles) with 24,000 m (79,000’) of climbing and claims to be the hardest race in the world. It probably deserves this title given the distance and vertical numbers are likely much higher and varies in materials provided by the race, as well as variances on different gps devices and route trackers. All suggest the course is instead probably around 350 k (220 miles) with 30,800 m (100,000’) of climbing and must be completed within 150 hours.
“Those who have a ‘why’ to live, can bear with almost any ‘how’.” ― Viktor E. Frankl
I first heard about this race years ago, but to me, The Hardrock 100 was the pinnacle of Ultrarunning, and I wasn’t sure there was anything more exciting or difficult that running in the San Juan mountains of Colorado. While Hardrock will always hold a special place in my heart, TDG is in a different league. The highest elevation of TDG, just under 11,000’, doesn’t get as high as Hardrock at 14,000’, and the monstrous climbs and descents are more numerous, consistently longer, and often back-to-back. The biggest elevation change at Hardrock occurs leaving or descending into Ouray which is just over 5000’ in 6-7 miles. On the second day of TDG, I faced two consecutive climbs that included 4,200’ change in elevation in 3 ½ miles followed by 5,300’ climb in 7 miles.
Exhausted and elated after the race I posted, “growth occurs when we face challenges”. It was an idea that kept entering my mind over the previous six days. This would be my first race well over 100 miles and first event as a 50-year-old. I reflected on this milestone and the fact that I spent more than the first three decades of my life focused on comfort and anything but physical activity. Fortunately, I’ve been blessed these last 17 years to discover that by challenging myself physically, I grow in many areas, but I still have a great deal to learn.
DAY 1: The Start On Sunday, September 11 at 10:00am (1st Wave)
“Every Man Dies, Not Every Man Really Lives” –William Wallace
I was excited to embrace the journey that lay before me at TDG. While I felt good about my training, I knew that in life or a race this long, it is often how we react and respond to that which is unexpected that can make the difference of success or failure. While I knew I’d face difficult times, my main goal was to finish. I planned to keep running or just move forward until I couldn’t. The first thing I did when I woke up was read the scripture of the day at the top of this blog and felt comforted by God’s presence which I knew would be with me throughout my adventure.
Compared to ultras in the US, there is less chatter between runners at the start of the European races I’ve experienced. However, the crowds at UTMB and TDG, especially at the start, resemble what you would see at a big city marathon in the US. The energy from these large crowds is amazing and it’s hard not to go out too fast with all of the support. That was the case on the first mile of road, but with nearly 600 runners getting funneled onto a single-track trail that went straight up prevented us from going too fast for too long.
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