Event Page: XTerra O-See Ultra
Oybin, here I am... again! It’s been a year since I ran the XTerra O-See Ultra Trail 50k, and boy, that was a lot of fun. I think I can say without an ounce of hesitation that this was, by far, my all-time favorite event — and I encourage you to check out the in-depth article I wrote about it last year.
Don’t get me wrong — by favorite I don’t mean the most beautiful one; it’s hard to compete with the Alps! But definitely the one I enjoyed the most. The route is quite technical (for a rookie ultra-runner like me), with a lot of narrow trails tangled with roots, big stones, fallen trees, stairs, and multiple peaks to climb. I had so much fun that I couldn’t miss it this year. Also, it usually takes place in mid-October, the same weekend as the Diag (Grand Raid de la RΓ©union), which makes it perfect to close the season.
The rest of the event is similar to last year, maybe with slightly better weather. I feel stronger; my body swallows kilometers like salty potatoes and pickles at the aid stations. My only fear is the time limit, since we need to finish before 18:00. But I quickly realize I’m well ahead of schedule, even though I’m walking half the way and taking time to eat at each station. Of course, something “fun” is waiting for me — as always!
I turn back, pushing on my poles and ignoring my legs screaming in agony. I take another way, but the same thing happens again. I hit huge stairs that I’m sure I already climbed in the morning. On my watch, the GPS track looks like spaghetti — impossible to tell which path is new and which I’ve already covered. I finally take out my phone, check the route, and realize I made a mistake a kilometer back. Now I’m standing at a crossroads I’ve already passed earlier in the day. I eventually find my way back, but I’ve lost 45 minutes — and now I’m at risk of not finishing in time. I have to speed up, which is exactly what every runner dreams of after 60 km of hill running!
I cross the finish line 15 minutes before the deadline. Not the last one, but close! I check my watch: 68 km instead of 65! The event organizers are in stitches. Thanks to the GPS tracker I was wearing, they noticed I’d taken a wrong turn and were already planning to send a rescue team to find me in the middle of the night. I’m the star — they even invite me to have dinner with them. I end my race sitting on a bench with a bratwurst, potatoes, and a huge piece of cake in front of me. Sometimes all it takes is a wrong turn to turn your world upside down. But keep your head up — it always ends well :)
“Hey, do you know we’re adding a 100 km event next year?” asks the lady in front of me.
Oh no... π±π