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Searching my soul @Legends Trail 500; part I

Door |2020-05-15T19:39:17+00:00mei 15th, 2020|Categorieën: Avontuur, Race, Verhaal|Tags: , , , , , , , , |

Mensen! Ik onderdruk de impuls om als een wild dier de bossen in te vluchten. Na uren en dagen alleen door de bossen te hebben gelopen voelt de aanwezigheid van mensen bijna als een bedreiging. Ik weet de eerste impuls te onderdrukken en mompel in het voorbijgaan zelfs nog enkele woorden ter begroeting. Een restje socialiteit sluimert blijkbaar nog in mijn onbewuste. De schok is groter als ik even later de parkeerplaats bij Signal de Botrange oploop en wordt geconfronteerd met een grote groep van de menselijke soort en het geweld van voorbij razende auto’s en vrachtwagens. Ik voel een lichte paniek [...]

Legends Trail 500 by the numbers

Door |2020-03-12T21:50:25+00:00maart 7th, 2020|Categorieën: Avontuur, Race, Verhaal|Tags: , , , , , , |

It’s ten days since I finished the Legends Trail 500 now. And it’s been a tough 10 days, both mentaly and physically. Now I’m slowly getting into the right headspace to write some stuff down. But my memories about the race are fragmented. Speaking to people about it, people who were there and witnessed the race, helps. But I’m afraid I need more time for the story. Since I don’t want to keep you waiting so long, dear readers, my friends, I decided to split my race report in three. I will start with a breakdown of the race in numbers. This [...]

Crusade in lycra: A preview of the Legends Trail 500

Door |2020-02-19T20:48:55+00:00februari 19th, 2020|Categorieën: Avontuur, Race, Verhaal|Tags: , , , , , , , |

This Saturday at 8.00 in the morning I`ll be standing on the imaginative starting line of Legend Trail 500. It's impossible to predict how a footrace of 500 kilometres in the dark and muddy Ardennes will unfold. Though imagining the course of a race is something I usually do try. This time however I am surprisingly content with going into the great unknown… unknowingly. There are some guiding points along the way though, that may provide a weary runner with a beacon in the great and dark unknown. For some these beacons of light are represented by cafes, restaurants and shops. The [...]

Fa, a long, long way to run

Door |2018-03-10T08:02:46+00:00maart 10th, 2018|Categorieën: Avontuur, Race, Verhaal|Tags: , , , , , , |

The hills on the opposite side of the Amblève valley are covered under a brown blanket. A pale sun is out, accentuating the multi shades of brown and warming my back.  I am standing in the small hamlet of Quarreux. The hills I’m looking at are the same hills I was coming down from only to days ago, to continue my way along the Amblève towards Nonceveux.  The emotions of the grand adventure I was part of are starting to sink in. It’s a rare mixture of joy, sadness, complacency and peace. Two days earlier I was beginning to feel the effects [...]

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