6 years later that day has come, and it was a joyful one π₯°
I felt so strong and full of hope crossig that finished line of the Marathon du MΓ©doc in September, then watching the wife do the same in London one month later! I was hoping to enjoy the warm automn days π and finally cross that 50k line from my bucket list. And there it is, out of the blue, like organized just for me: the Spreewald Marsch Queerung, 50km through the breathtaking Spree Forest π³π²
I don't need to do a full coverage of the event, the photos speak from themselves. Let's just say this is another one of these countryside races that I love so much: no grey buildings but beautiful landscapes π², no yelling speaker but relaxed volunteers π♀️, no hard concrete but mossy trails π, full of joyful participants who are simply here to have a good time and not beat their PR by 2 sec π♀️. The whole event feels like a garden party at grandpa! The barbecue is doing a 24h shift π there is beer and pickels on the tables π₯ grandma is baking French crΓͺpes π₯ and EVERYONE is taking part: it's the first time that I see an event open to runners, hickers, nordic walkers, bikes and even kayaks πΆ, all sharing routes that stretch from a few km to the big 50!
I had the chance to arrive the day before and get a good night sleep (until 5am!) right next to the start. It's still dark when we hit the road at 7am π after a nice little breakfast waiting for us on the bibs' table, and we follow the trail towards the forest, while Mother Nature is slowly waking up. Sun rising π€ birds chipping π¦ a piercing silence that almost makes you hold your breath. The morning is chilly but I feel great, coffee is doing its job ☕️. I cover the first 10km in this religious atmosphere before reaching the first aid station: a warm tea, a smile, a cookie, and I dive into the Spreewald.
If it's your first time here like me, open wide your eyes, it's worth going out of your way to see! The Spree Forest is a UNESCO biosphere reserve 100km South of Berlin. The last Ice Age (π°πΏ) shaped a unique landscape, with 484 square-kilometers of unique faune and flore and 200 canals, on which navigate the SpreewaldkΓ€hne π£♂️, traditional flat-bottomed boats (Source: Wikipedia). The forest swallows us like marschmallows at a camp fire and I loose myself inside its labyrinth of trail roads and canals, hanging tight on my gpx trace to find my wayπ§
We get out around the 20th kilometer and cross villages, castels, guesthouses, locals preparing boats or dressing tables at cozy little restaurants. I am surprised how rigid everythig looks, like on a photo snapshot, how time seems to have slowed down to a stop ⌛️ I recall the people in the movie The Village, living a 19th century life deep inside a forest and isolated from the rest of the world. It's the same feeling of happiness arising from the simplest things.
The second part of the race is open-air. The sun is finally up in the sky and warming up my skin π The trail looses itself in the wild and I am all alone, fellow runners barely visible at the horizon or behind me. My early motivation starts to drop and I put on my headphones, music powering up my legs and pushing me forwards. We reach a large canal around the 35th kilometer, which will guide us back home, along a 15k straight hicking lane. A few rare kayacks come along, while I follow the narrow trail sprinkled with huge mushrooms straight out of a Super Mario game π (my Luigi's costume would fit perfectly now!).
I cross the 42.2k invisible finish line in about 4:46h, which is consistent with my 2019s marathons. I still got it in me! The home-run after that is a tricky one. I hit the wall pretty hard and I have to gather all my will to keep going π΅ Fortunately the last aid stations are supplying us with cake, chocolate and cookies πͺ not to mention the smile and good mood of its volunteers π♂️π♀️π
After 50km on the road, the longest distance I ever covered in one run, I cross the finish line where I started 5:42h ago. No cheering crowd, no loud music, just a handful of organisers who congratulates me, while a young girl puts a medal around my neck. A real eye-candy one, shaped like a Spreewald boat π₯ It's official, I am now an ultra-runner and fully recovered from my previous misadventures.
I enjoy the rest of the afternoon, a warm soup, a cold beer πΊ, a well-deserved shower and even a massage (where I experience new levels of pain), while watching participans cross the finish line, long after me but still smiling like children on their birthday π€ It's already time to hit the road and get back home to celebrate. But I know I will be back soon and lose myself once again in Spreewald's maze of timeless canals and trails π£π²
A warm thank you to the organisers and all volunteers who worked hard to make this day so special for all of us π₯°