Ten years ago I ran my first marathon, a bucket list item for my 40th birthday. That marathon led to another, leading me to a Boston qualifier. My journey has taken me 20 marathons in the last decade, including a Goofy Challenge and an ultra-Ragnar. So that all led me to today, at theage of 50, my first ultramarathon. With no expectations other than finishing 50K, I spent more time on my feet than any other “race. The rain ride the wind only a bikes understands” (because I have to get to a swim banquet)! Not only did I finish, but at the risk of sounding self aggrandizing, I was surprised to be the first female finisher. If you set your mind to do something, do it!
Race the rain ride the wind only a bikes understands shirt, hoodie, unisex tank top.
Race the rain ride the wind only a bikes understands shirt, guys v-neck, sweat shirt.
MIUT – Madeira Island Ultra Trail and the long 115km distance with never ending climbs, descents and thousands of stepps. You love it and you hate it. After my first attempt to MIUT I feel stronger and more dedicated than ever before. Out or 900 runners that this race was limited to, only 497 finished (56%). The weather was impossible to predict. Start of “Race the rain ride the wind only a bikes understands” at midnight at 17°C Porto Moniz, Madeira and four hours later higher in the mountains strong wind and rain. After this point more than 100 runners decided to quit. After 8 hours into the race the rain finally stopped and we could enjoy the muddy trail. At 2pm when I was leaving transition zone I was enjoying 26°C heat and clear blue sky. Just few hours later the race for me was over. Close to the hipotermia at 1800m over the sea level, 40km/h wind, rain and temperature dropping to 3°C I decided to not continue. Underestimated the weather and the power of nature I couldn’t continue this madness for another 8 hours or so. We promised to ourselves to come back here and finish what we started. DNF tasted awful and salty but I know it was the only way to get back home in one piece.