Finding the inner giant that was there all along

Step. Breathe. Step. Breathe. Step. Breathe. Climbing. Feeling good. Passing big, strong guys. Hey not so bad, Clemons. Little woman, passing the big guys. “Forza. Forza,” they say. Climbing. Feeling good. Step. Breathe. But where is the fucking Col Entrelor? Not feeling so good now. Normally, we should be at the top by now… This.Is.Not.Normal.


That’s when I stop and think, I’ve got to tone this way the fuck back, or I am never going to make it. I turn to Eric and say, “On doit lever le pied un peu ou on on va jamais arriver.” His face tells me that he is thinking the same thing.

It’s only the first night of the Tor. Lire la suite Finding the inner giant that was there all along

Just breathe: a meditation on positive thinking

I can’t be sick. I can’t be sick. I can’t be sick, says the little voice in my head. Just ten days left. I can’t be sick.

Just breathe, responds my inner dialogue writer. Just breeeeathe. Visualise feeling good. Climbing. Feeling good. Going downhill. Feeling good. In the middle of the night going downhill. Boom! Compound fracture. Bone sticking out of your leg and everything.

No, no, no. Get that OUT of your head. You are not going to fall. You are going to take it easy. Enjoy the scenery. Joke around with the other runners about how bad you smell. About how the pasta is sooo good. Thaaat’s it. You got this. Just don’t stress.

But I’m sick… And what if I fall asleep and fall off the side of a mountain?

What if my knees hurt so much from all the downhills, that I can’t go on? I don’t want Eric to have to wait for me. I know he SAYS he wants to do this together, but I KNOW he wants to do well. We say that we just want to finish, but wouldn’t it be so much better to finish on Friday?

If I can’t keep up, I’ll just tell him to go on without me. But will he? Of course, I want to do well too, but I will accept it if I have to pass 6 hours resting in a life base. I might even like it. It must be like a spa for zombies in those places. Stinky, sweaty, dirty people with nasty feet. 30 of these guys snoring and farting in a small mountain cabin. What’s worse, heading out into the pouring rain in the middle of the night, or grabbing a cot next to one of these guys for a couple of hours?

I might be the smelliest one of them all! They would leave that place complaining to their buddies about that chick who smelled like rotting meat and farted like a Clydesdale that slept next them. That would be almost worth the compound fracture and the head trauma.

Noooo. Get that out of your head. That is NOT going to happen.

You are going to breathe. Just breathe. Don’t think of your legs. Definitely, don’t think of your knee. Just relax. Relax your legs. Relax your back. Just breathe. No matter how long you are climbing, just try to keep your breath regular. This is why you are here. You signed up for this. You know how to tolerate discomfort. But will I be able to convince myself that the excruciating pain in my knees is “discomfort”? The bone poking out of my thigh, will that be discomfort?

THERE. WILL. BE. NO. BONES!

… just breathe

Des rires et des larmes

Des rires et des larmes
En 12 ans de pratique de trail, je pense avoir vécu tous les types d émotions que l on rencontre dans la vie. A quelques heures d intervalle, on peut passer de l euphorie au plus grand désespoir ou inversement. Mais le plus intéressant est certainement ce que vous partagez avec les autres traileurs ou supporteurs sur les parcours. Lire la suite Des rires et des larmes

On est tous le Kilian de quelqu’un

Les années ont passé depuis que nous avons découvert ce jeune trailer Kilian Jornet. A cette époque, il entrait dans le monde des grands en remportant l’UTMB avec une telle facilité que de nombreux médias se demandait d’ou sortait cet extra terrestre. Il faut dire que les initiés savait qu’il était déjà champion du monde de sky running.
Années après années, il a enchainé records sur records, championnats du monde, et autres sommets vertigineux réservés à seuls élites de l’alpinisme. Lire la suite On est tous le Kilian de quelqu’un

UN REVE OU UN BEAU CAUCHEMAR

Donc, j’ai peur. Je ne suis pas inquiète de la distance ou du dénivelé. Ok, JE SUIS un peu inquiète par les descentes. Mais je suis vraiment effrayé du manque de sommeil.

Ceux qui me connaissent sont probablement aussi inquiets pour moi. Je ne suis pas de ceux qui aime dormir. Je ne fais pas de grâces matinées, par exemple. En fait, si je ne suis pas levée avant 5h30, 6h00 du matin, J’ai l’impression d’avoir perdu ma journée. Mais par contre, passé 9h00 je suis comme un zombie. Ceux qui ont le malheur de m’inviter à une soirée ou un diner peuvent confirmer cela. Je suis la plus mauvaise invitée du monde, des que je dois lutter pour rester éveillée à table ou tenir une conversation à une soirée. A la fin, il y a toujours quelqu’un qui me dit, “Wow, tu as l’air fatiguée. Peut être que tu devrais rentrer.” Et je suis généralement la première à partir, gênant pour mon mari, Eric.

C’est juste comme ça et cela a toujours été comme ca pour moi. Lire la suite UN REVE OU UN BEAU CAUCHEMAR

A DREAM OR A BEAUTIFUL NIGHTMARE

So, I am afraid. I am not afraid of the distance or the climbing. Ok, I AM a little afraid of the downhills. But I am REALLY afraid of the sleep deprivation.

Anyone who knows me is probably also afraid for me. I am not one of those people who loves to sleep. I can’t sleep in (faire une grace matinée), for example. In fact, if I am not out of bed by 5h30 or 6h00 in the morning, I feel like I’ve wasted part of the day. But then again, after 9 at night, I am a zombie. Anyone who has had the bad fortune of inviting me to a party or late dinner can confirm this. I am the worst guest in the world, as I struggle to stay awake at the dinner table or make conversation at the party. It almost always ends in someone saying, “Wow, you look really tired. Maybe you should go home.” And I am usually the first to leave, much to the embarrassment of my husband, Eric.

It is just that way and it has always been that way for me. Lire la suite A DREAM OR A BEAUTIFUL NIGHTMARE