A few months after nailing a sub-4h marathon in London (that was just a one-night run — let’s never speak of it again! π ), I’m back on the dirty trails π♂️π², spending my Saturdays climbing stairs in Humboldthain Park, north of Berlin. More determined than ever to explore sub-50k events and finally earn my ultrarunner badge, I found myself on the starting line of the Fichtelberg Ultra — a low-profile event in Sachsen that I’d heard a few runners mention before. π½⛰️
I don’t have much to say about the race. I had fun running it π, but probably not enough to go back another time. There’s nothing particularly special about it — except maybe one thing I really liked: the route is more or less a 50 km straight line ➡️ to the Fichtelberg, the highest peak of the Erzgebirge. It’s a small mountain range along the Polish and Czech borders where I love to run, just a three-hour drive from Berlin. ππ
Runners gather at sunrise π in front of Klaffenbach Castle, south of Chemnitz. The whole event feels like a backyard run organized by a veteran couple π΄π΅. We drop our backpacks and poles into a car π that drives them to the foot of the Fichtelberg, where we can pick them up later. The start is nothing more than a quick countdown and some clapping π. Everyone just takes off — I don’t think there are more than 50 of us, and that’s probably the average age too! It’s one of those “What am I doing here?” moments π€, so far from the massive trail events you find in France. But that’s exactly what I love — getting back to the essence of the sport: just a bunch of dads who had a few beers π» and decided to run 50 km to the highest peak! π¨
All in all, it’s a humble but enjoyable event — the kind you can register for three days before without spending half a month’s salary πΈ. I had a good time running it, apart from getting stung by 3 pretty aggressive bees πππ at a water fountain. But don't let that be a deal-breaker, if you’re in the area π.











