Why do people spend money on marathons and ultramarathons, generally torturing themselves for months on end, day in, day out, all for a climatic day (or sometimes more) of torture? I’m still trying to figure that out.
You might remember that I DNFed my first ultramarathon attempt back in June. After allowing myself some time to recover, I doubled down on beating this distance. I took strength training more seriously and I signed up for a running plan with Ultra Trail Coaching, which dynamically planned my workouts based on my running history and my new A race –– The Alb Marathon 50K in Schwäbisch Gmünd, Germany.
About a month before the 50K, I shed 16 minutes off my PR in the Berlin Marathon, giving me a wave of confidence heading into my second ultra attempt. But as I learned before that race in June, nothing is guaranteed. Injury, illness, or some twisted combo of the two, can strike at any moment.
I’m training for an ultramarathon and thought it might be mildly interesting to show you all what a typical weekend training day looks like. This time, my run took me out to Fangschleuse outside of Berlin for a run along the trails to the German brewery, Schleusenbrauerei.
This weekend getaway in Ohiopyle, Pennsylvania sets off with a little rafting trip up the Youghiogheny River for some crazy, totally gnarly… Class I rapids. There were kids on board, so give me a break. Then, trail running along the Great Allegheny Passage (GAP) trail and a little hike on the rugged Laurel Highlands Trail in Seven Springs.
Berlin to Bannau Brycheiniog National Park in Wales. 1,400 kilometers or 870 miles by train and bus to a new country––Wales––for a little trail running and hiking and to learn a bit more about Welsh culture and heritage. I also met up with Jodie Bond, a writer and the head of communications for the park, to find out why they dropped the English from the park names, what it has to do with climate change.
A tram to a regional train to a plane to an intercity train to a regional train to an alpine train to a train replacement bus, and a cable car. So was our nearly 12-hour journey from Berlin to the Swiss alpine resort town of Verbier.