Sona the Telèfon, digui'm?Què passes beast ...., feel the other band, Keite hombre that women!!!….
If not for him who knows where would our friendship and the many others that do the same gesture from time to time ... in fact let it be that this is a joke and not an autobiography.
Pelting i already turning into a veig Zerain (Idiazabal-comarca of Gipuzkoa) inside the house all ready shed, that if thermal blanket, dos frontals, piles of recanvi, thermal shirt, trunks, gore etc.…Què Collons estic fotent, serà possible???? If in corduroy pants and a flannel shirt a shepherd spends whole weeks around the mountains with his flock, quina vergonya the veritat, donkeys but we want to go through the tube.
Beasain, 22.30 ja escalfant, Plaça de gom a gom, parliament in Euskera and the new Mayor of Bildu makers Race. Ens wait 88 km of uphill 6.000mts cursed with a horrible terrain of vaumes that do nothing but remember away from your mother ...
Ja portem dues Horesh, The nit is placid, with full moon and see the Txindoki, Pedraforca basc, the Montbalnc guipuscuà, estem emocionats, adrenalina a Tope, i hope anims.
The fa la seva Miriam attends particularly, for us as a totem planted throughout the race, with what strength and enthusiasm he lives everything. We continue, we get into the eternal night and beech, we have passed the threshold of Aralar and continue fighting. We do not want eight hours and sunrise, occasionally goes out Gollum from the inside and remove the worst of us, rage, impotence, rejection and hatred but the feeling of gratitude and esteem that tread is greater than all the world cursed orcs. Les olors, els SOROLLS, the fred, My silences and the ramps in insofribles George are part of this world we love.
Eight hours are punishing our bodies to the Ultra Trail Mont Blanc, if això, we still have some sense and do the CCC method, Collons Com Cansa….98Km. We have modified the route for possible snow at higher elevations (end of August) i The article further desnivell, that is to be taken into account apart from the difficulty of these and not only the height of peaks and. The 21.00 the night starts to rain, the gore hold for a while but then we noticed how the drops slowly to slip away and the cold makes an appearance in the form of tremors and accelerating pace simply by reason of survival, sit in fort, legs like a scooter and we were fortunate in George, the teacher who keeps calm and stay with the students the necessary tension to keep the concentration, ens Frena. No sabem on but if that som som.
Als Estem peus of Aizkorri, avituallament of Etxegarate, km 50, 588 meters tall and must climb up to the top 1520 mts. Estem animats, tired but now we can not fail, it is day and day, is spectacular. The Pujada to Aizkorri fa l'ill, molt wrong, see the orcs hiding behind the trees, Serrallonga lucky that we were loading and paves the way….vaig accelerat, would not stop running, i think that the ens expected descens, em fot calent, The George knows just excited me and it happens to me, but I have to remove the thorn of a decrease in the fridge trail Verbier last summer where the teacher gave me a lesson, never forgive them not ....
After leaving Italy and 60 km al damunt, port 25 suis en territories km, stops in ploure, not know what to do with clothes, jo per opto takedown me with estic, or fol, xop for the orelles. The George is a demonstration of forecast, on to the treure i pose themselves Roba (we square the duia?). We keep up but we know that soon reach Trient, France and penultimate penance before facing the last drop. No estem ubicats, the modified race disorients us but we passed a refreshment that seemed like a refugee camp. Brokers icy cold lying on the floor covered with thermal blankets, other trembling like leaves, Retirees can not over and we both like two little sparrow that we are demonstrating the Lower Llobregat, region ugly but people very eager fighter, the senyor….
Descens penos, but rather a torture to get the supplies, ens are facing at 20Km, diuen the semper ens of, Aupa Chaval that it is all that remains Bajada me know this already .... but still we cling to thieves, leaving and after 200 m Bob realizes that we missed the posts without comments ..., and recover the march. The low forces but the mind remains intact. Before a Zerain d'arribar, Miriam completed supplies last there is incombustible, a couple of miles with these corpses and gives us the last cylinder of oxygen we need to complete the final 10km to Beasain.
I fell over 1.000mtrs vertical and do not understand anything, not fit with the map and the initial description but we. Ha deixat of ploure, without hores jack l'aigua, not podíem month. Hem superat els 80 km i the end s'acosta. Hem passat Argentière. Unfortunately the tendons in my knees start an unpleasant conversation with my mind. Three are trying to seek consensus, ment the meva, tendons and my whole body. Not seem to agree because the tendons n'entenen no consensus, they and their push to get what they want, and to humiliate my mind off my whole body and not turn my llagrimalls, ara ja sound quatre….tendons or answer as to the reasons of my mind, other parts of the body want to make a decree law that this situation is not repeated and I, or fol, ment the meva, I want to Independence, to choose my future. The Jordi will decidit, el veig be, it hurts but everything was cool, dragging me with her energy and today more than ever, your mind has achieved independence from Orcs and Gollum, It is a great country, to, is the country.
We see that some desquiciats Beasian laps but the night bus from Barcelona-Sant Feliu before getting into the final. Surrounded by a large landfill is no better stage to complete the final leg of the trail but we have no choice. Ara you enter the Beasain, ens la big bull, sentim cap already in bad guy i ANEM tent, Messi as the last km but there is always a disconnect between all parts of the body due to the success, and the relaxation of lower voltage, tensions that have been accumulated so far and above, We are all evil, Bob is suffering as a whole ox embolat on and seems to burst some internal organ and yet, much dignity as two gladiators enter the goal, res or NONE ens has vençut.
Al fons Chamonix, estem a Treto d'alba, 20 hours and last legs of forest tracks lead us down the road, the l'i Ana Miriam carry hores Esperant, Anat a han no dormir, the performance of male legs constantly reaching goal was a good excuse.
We are now in the streets of Chamonix and no longer feel anything, flotem the accelerem and ritme, we are strong oaks and see the banner tomorrow where thousands of people screaming like crazy in the name Kilian. We take hands and cross the final. The end of a path that has made us stronger and more good people, aware of our physical and mental limitations but also our, a path that continues in other directions.
"If when we are walking hand slips and drop, t'esperaré jo jo i itself CAIC al darrera, espera'm you to my " . Bruce Springsteen
