My 2016 UTMB Story

So here is the story of my UTMB experience. Let me start by explaining what the UTMB is, or at least how I see it. Describing it as a race would be inaccurate. A race is something you go and execute, then go home and sleep. The UTMB is closer to ‘lifestyle’ than a ‘race’. It  is also, without a doubt, the most prestigious and competitive trail running event in the world, especially the main 170km distance. It does have several other distances also, from 55km OCC to the 5-day 300km PTL team event (on an unmarked course). There are some 8,000-10,000 competitors between these events and with all of the organization, crews and supporters, there are a lot of trail running fanatics in Chamonix and the atmosphere is amazing. To get into the UTMB, a runner first needs to have enough qualification points from other long distance trail races and the minimum number of points must be from a maximum of 3 races within the past 2 years. Runners with enough points can sign up to enter a lottery, where about 50% of the people registered will be lucky to get in. These qualifications mean that pretty much everyone on the line must be an accomplished ultra runner. This is for a good reason, because the race goes through some high mountain areas, has more than 10,000 meters of climbing and conditions can vary from +30 degree heat to ice, snow, thunderstorms, all within a single race. The mandatory equipment list is pretty comprehensive, but now having run the race, I have to agree that every single item in there is included for a good reason.
The UTMB course
In terms of emotional engagement with a race, this one delivers. Zach Miller, a star US runner and perhaps then #1 favourite for the win commented in an interview that his UTMB experience has already been great, even before the race had even started. The build-up for something like this starts months earlier and grows in intensity as the date gets closer. There’s the training, getting the equipment sorted, making race plans, organizing logistics, getting medical certificates, etc. This is all part of the experience and I would encourage everyone to appreciate all these activities and get a boost by preparing for these events mentally. Talk to your friends, watch race videos, study the course and profile, etc. It’ll help motivate you and appreciate everything a little bit more. I kind of overdid this to some extent with UTMB, to the point where I had hard time sleeping and for the last few nights, had dreams about losing my shoes just before the start and things like that. That one dream was actually a prediction, as you will soon find out …
Mont Blanc is waiting
The race plan
I wrote something about this already here. One of the important points about a race is to have a clear plan. What do YOU want to get out of a race? For me, it was two things:
1) I wanted to finish
2) I wanted to run well.
What I had to do was to prioritize these and then figure out how to play it. I’m a pretty ambitious person (if you haven’t figure it out yet..) and for me, I wanted most to do the best run I can. That being the priority, I set my sights on a time goal. From previous performances by other runners and an educated guess gave me a window of 25-28 hours. The 25 hour goal is an almost impossible “stretch” goal, but would be something to shoot for if things go exceptionally well. The 28h time would give me the best ever finish time for a Finn, which would have still been a super good achievement. Beyond that, the time didn’t make much of a difference to me and it would be just about finishing the race.
Once you know what you want out of a race, you can figure out how to best do it. For me, I wanted to run by feel and move efficiently. Stick to a comfortable natural pace that feels good to me and this is often also a very efficient way to get through the kilometers. In this race, the #1 priority was always to take care of myself. Basically the plan of action was to run well, eat all the time, drink a lot and if I had any trouble eating, I knew I just need to drink more and if I can’t drink well, I need to slow down a bit until I can. If I felt I needed to take it easier, I did that until I felt like going again. At no point should I try to ‘force’ anything without a very good reason. And no matter how bad I felt, I would need to keep moving. I also wanted to take it easy at the aid stations, eat soup and talk to some people to help with the mental side as well.
Typical feeding station
This was going to be my first 100+ -miler and I would be running more than twice longer than I had ever before (12h40m). I also did not know the course at all, other than reading about it beforehand. I had done 1km of the course two nights before. I had never even been to Chamonix. This didn’t affect my plan much and didn’t scare me. I took the positive view that every kilometer is going to be new and exciting for me and I was going to enjoy that.
I did have my experienced support crew of Katri and Minja meeting me at 4 or 5 points during the race, helping fix problems and get me ready to face the next section of the race.
My crew camping out somewhere in the middle of the night. It was not so easy for them either. 
So how did it play out? Let me walk you through it …
The start is a pretty drawn-out event. Many runners go to the start line a couple of hours before the gun goes off to get a good spot. This year the weather was very hot and it was around 25 and sunny for the 18:00 start. I went there early too and was just resting in the shade by the start line. Our bib numbers were organized according to the ITRA ranking system (I think) and I had ranking (and bib number) 222 for the race. I was lucky that I had this ranking, because it also allowed me access to the elite start area which would allow me to walk to the front of the pack. My bib number also attracted one of the race officials to do a spot-check for ALL of my mandatory gear (there is a very long list of items). I had to take everything out of my carefully packed race vest. When he was done, I had to re-pack it all. When I was putting in the last item, my spare water bottle, the now less perfectly packed pack ripped totally. The main compartment fabric was now in pieces and it was 1h to the start. Luckily, we were in Chamonix and there are well stocked running stores everywhere. I went to the nearest one and purchased a new vest. It was a totally different brand and model and also only 5l in size. I didn’t have time to get instructions how to use it and just ran back to the start line and started packing once again. With the help of my crew, I was able to stuff everything into the new vest and headed to the start line.
Re-packing project
It was still 25 mins until the start and I was standing there, surrounded by all the star runners and trail celebrities. I could see that there are runners from everywhere, some strong looking Asian guys, the high-profile Americans, Luis Alberto, etc. I had time to look at a lot of stuff, how they pack their gear, what do they have on when they start, etc. It also got me thinking that no matter what happens, I already feel like I have arrived somewhere. Somehow, I’ve ended in the elite box of the biggest trail running stage in the world. This is a race that just a couple of year ago I told everyone I would never do. Oh well, never say never?
Packed and just tightening the shoes
I’m ready, let’s go!
Km 0 – km 30 Les Contamines
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Start … I think I found myself in there. Photo by iRunFar/Sergi Colomé
The UTMB is notorious for ridiculously fast starts. Lots of very fit people have been tapering and are fresh and charged up for the event. They’ve been waiting for this for months. The race starts with a very fast and easy 8km section of slight downhill. Many people struggle to control their pace in the first quarter of the race. In this years race, I also saw people who were sprinting down the first few hills, breathing like they were in a 5km race. I just went with the flow, wanting to see how the legs feel after a nice 2-week tapering period. The start is great, with thousands of people watching it and people line up the first kilometer and cheer everyone on like crazy. It really feels like a BIG event. It’s no surprise that people go fast here. I was looking forward to the first climb as that kind of sets the stage for how they are likely to go during the day and that finally gets everything warmed up an the machine going. The sun was setting and it was super beautiful and emotional. It was a really happy time in the race.
Head down, climbing early on
The first slight issues started in the first downhill. These hills really suck, they are very steep, fast grassy downhills. They are not technical, but still steep so they are really tough for the muscles. They did not suit me at all and they didn’t flow very well. I also had some sharp muscle pain in the quad of the right leg that kind of stayed there all the race, but didn’t really bother that much.  At this point it was still a warning signal I was a bit worried about. I thought here already that I will surely be walking downhills later in the race, because this kind of hills tire the muscles very fast.
St Gervais is the first significant aid station and I ate quite a lot here. A couple of cups of coke, bowl of soup, some cake and then grabbed some pieces of banana to go and walked out. I met some team mates here too and it was good to see them and I told them that everything is all right. I was in position 175 or so here.
Still early and having fun
So taking stock of my condition at this point I didn’t feel super good, which was kind of expected so I focused on some fueling and drinking rather than keeping an amazing pace. Mentally I was now preparing for the long night, which would include big climbs and lots of time in altitude where nothing is for certain.
My personal aid station ready for service – suncream, spare Suunto watch, new shirt, socks if I need them, recovery drink, salt caps, etc…
The night fell and it was time to dig out the headlamp and then just getting to the Les Contamines aid station, where I would meet my crew (Katri) for the first time and she would help me transition for the night stage. At the aid station, I heard that I’m right on schedule, but Katri wished that I could speed it up a little (this was good advice, I didn’t appreciate that much in the moment, but later on I remembered Katri’s words and put in some good splits in some sections). I ate well again and got out and headed towards the mountains.
Km 30 – km 80 Courmayer
It was now dark and there was a great party going on. This was one of the most fun sections of the race. There were tons of people celebrating out, watching the race, making lots of noise and being a little bit drunk. People were gathered around bonfires, having picnics or just walking down the trail with a bottle of wine. My tip to any UTMB spectator would be to come here for the early race, this is really a great place to watch the event and have fun. Runners will pass through here for hours.
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The first part is one big 30km party
Pretty soon, however, we left the party in town behind and headed up the mountain. There is a very, very long climb here up to Croix de Bonhomme. I was doing well in this climb, some other people were throwing up by the trail. I was now starting to pass people just doing my own easy pace. One of the people I passed quite early on was Rory Bosio, the current women’s course record holder. She wasn’t doing well. There were still lots of people around me and looking around, I still seemed to be in good company. There were a few Salomon -sponsored runners and other people with low bib numbers. I had no idea of my position or time in the race, so just kind of looked around to see what kind of people I’m with. It seemed like I was in a group with a level I was quite happy with.
Sweating and going up again. I’m very good at sweating, which can be important on a hot day. I don’t usually have issues with heat. 
This climb gave me a good idea of how loooong the climbs are in the UTMB. A climb can last for several hours. It’s very important to get into the right mindset for these. There is no point staring at the top of the hill thinking how far it is. Usually you also don’t even see the top until you get very close. So it’s better to just focus on what’s right in front of you. Now after the race I realize that my mind is a bit blank from these climbs. I get into a bit of a meditative mode, where I just grunt up the hill not thinking about anything and just focus on the tap-tap-tap of my hiking poles. Some of the hills with less grade I would half run and half hike up depending on how I felt.
So I meditated up the big hill and it was kind of fun. It always takes a little out of you and I often have also some mental low spots at a the top of the hills, but it usually goes past quickly when the hill ends. I was in position 133 at the top.
We were now at a high point of the course in the middle of the night. It’s usually always much more technical at high altitudes and that was the case here too. It was just a little more technical, but a lot more fun. I felt really good here and moved like a little ninja in the dark, passing a good number of people now. There was a downhill from here and that too now felt about 10 times better than the first hill. It was more technical, rocky, just the kind of stuff that I’m used to at home. I was taking the hills carefully though and did not want to take any risks with taking a fall in the race. I also hoped to conserve some of my quads for later. Some people had a different strategy …
We went down to another bigger aid station and I fueled well again. My food strategy was to take a lot of gels and eat the organizer’s pasta soup at every aid station. The soup is very salty so it was a good source for sodium. It also went down very well and balanced the disgusting sweet gels. One thing I did notice in the race that after every aid station, I needed about 30 minutes before things started working again and I had to drink a lot. This probably means that I ate a little bit too much at the aid stations, but it was always easy to fix and I started expecting this. At the exit from this aid station there was a gear check and they wanted to check that I have my phone and safety blanket with me. I showed the items and moved on. I was passed a few times in the downhill and was now in pos. 141.
Soup … yummy
The next section from here was a 5km asphalt road that was slightly rising. This was one part that I knew to expect and I had read from some blogs and also from some of the experienced Finnish runners that this is where most people walk, but that it’s easily runnable and they regretted not having run it in their race. So I wanted to run this if things felt ok. I was all right, so I ran about 70% of this section and only walked the steepest parts. It was just as people had described it to me, most people were walking and I passed quite a few people here.
What I had not really considered that much was that after this easier climb, there is a long and steep death grunt on trail … Here I had to pay back a little because I had spent quite a bit of energy running the previous section. About midway up this hill I bonked a little bit, e.g. had a low-energy patch. I had to slow down, eat more, drink and just wait for better times. A few guys passed me and some asked if I’m ok. I just said I just need a moment to recuperate. I can now say that this kind of moments are very routine to me by now. I don’t even need to think about it, when I feel low in a race I just react automatically and fix it. It’s like putting on a jacket when you feel cold. People new to ultras may often freak out when they feel bad and can just turn negative and collapse. Ultras are about how well you can avoid or fix problems and everyone is going to have them. I really think this is something people must understand before they can become an ultra runner. Based on my experience, I would say the same about start-up companies. Once you understand this, you know what the game is all about. Lecture over … back to the race.
One of the interesting sections at night was just before Courmayer. They had added a new section of ‘trail’ here. The first part was a steep grass hill with no trail. I thought I was already descending into Courmayer, but suddenly the course went up this random hill. The grass then turned into big boulders and some snow too. It was technical and steep, but it was fun to do in the middle of the night. However, on the other side, we had to come down a similar path with large unstable rocks, very narrow / no trail at all. It was far more difficult than anything before in the entire race. During this section when I changed the battery in my headlamp, I noticed that the zipper in my race vest had broken and I had dropped the ziplock bag with my phone, headphones and iPod (later recovered from the race HQ – thank you whoever picked them up).
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“Crew quarters” in Courmayer. This is not Kiki btw. 
We then finally started the path to Coyrmayer and this is where I for the first time thought that I might have a problem with my toes. They kind of started to make their presence known and it was slowing me down in the hill. We were now in Italy and this side of the mountain was quite dry I guess, because the trail had a few centimeters of dust that the runners kicked up into thick clouds. There was just one guy ahead of me, perhaps 1 minute away, but the dust he kicked went into my lungs, face, legs, eyes. It wasn’t ideal, but was still kind of fun to get very dirty.
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Finally there 
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Getting sorted after running through the night
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… and then out again
I had been looking forward to getting to Courmayer all night. I would see my crew again and I’d spend a good amount of time at the aid station and transition from the night to daytime running. I picked up my visor, put on some suncream, had my recovery drink and headed upstairs. The organization served some pasta, so I had a plate of that and then headed out. Exiting the station, I met up with Jussi Kallioniemi and Niko Reinikainen, who told me that I’m doing well and described the next section to come as “röpötystä ylhäällä”. I wasn’t sure what that meant, but it sounded good.
Courmayer km 80 – Champex Lac km 126km
So I was now able to put my headlamp away and we started yet another climb. We were now climbing up to the ‘other’ Italian side of Mont Blanc. It was a big and tough climb, but I passed a couple of people here. I was spent when I got to the top and needed a couple of minutes at the aid station to drink and get over it. The following section from here was the best I had in the entire race. As soon as we hit the rolling, easy trail (‘röpötys’), I was flying. I passed lots of people and it looked like I was going about twice as fast as they were. It was perfect trail for me and I really enjoyed it. The sunrise perhaps also gave a nice boost, but my split between the two refugees here is probably very good. I did slow down a bit towards the end of this section and controlled my pace a bit more. The downhill started to be a bit more problematic and cost me time there. There clearly was a pattern developing, the downhills didn’t make me feel good, but uphills and anything runnable was great.
I’m going after it
When I got to the next aid station, I thought I’d need to rest well because I felt a bit weak. I had some soup again and then didn’t feel like just hanging in the aid station so I grabbed some cake and walked out eating it. I kept walking and eating my cake for the next 5 mins or so and then starting running again. Eating had the usual effect of making me feel not so great first, but then getting better after drinking a bit. Another runner come from behind and passed me. I recognized he was one of the guys from the elite box at the start and who I also saw before at night time. Some people passing by recognized him and while they talked, I realized he was Michael Wardian. I know him well from the Internet and I had just looked into him a bit more as he was second in the Cami de Cavalls race I’m perhaps doing in the future. I started talking to him and kept with his pace as I was also starting to feel better now. We went up to Grand Col Ferret with him and talked all the way, although he did then drop me near the top of the climb and I never saw him again. While I was with him, he commented that if we keep going like this, we could hit a 26h finish time. (He would end up finishing 28h+). This is a big climb and when I got to the top, I could see a long, nice rolling downhill and shouted “Downhill, finally!”. In just a couple kilometers, I would ask to take those words back…
Michael sneaking up on me and I’m eating cake
We had a chat …
… and then he pulled away
… and I felt like this 🙂
This is where the previously niggling toe problem became severe. Every step started hurting more and more and this really impacts coordination. I started compensating and running in a funny way and lost confidence. So I kind of started stumbling my way down the 14k downhill section. It was now starting to get quite hot too. Things were still relatively good, but certainly my race was now going downhill along with the course. Towards the end of the descent I also started having my first ‘race hallucinations’. They are just funny things that happen when your tired mind doesn’t process everything it sees all that well. At least that’s my theory. So one of these early ones was a ‘duck family’, which looked like there was a mother duck followed by chicks in the field. In reality they were just flowers, but they kind of moved up and down as I was running so it really looked like a duck family was moving up the hill. This is how I entertain myself in ultras…
We started going downhill
This section was FAST. Someone with good legs would do well here. 
In this section the game for the rest of the race became clear. I suck in the downhills, partly because of my toes, but I rock in the runnable sections and uphills. I don’t remember anyone, in the entire race passing me on anything runnable after the first 8k. I picked up most of my positions by running past people. As soon as this downhill ended, I started running and passed all the people that had just passed me in the previous part and I think one or two more and was in 77th place. I got to La Fouly, where I sat down for a bit and had a chat with Bryon Powell. I heard that Zach Miller is leading, but is being chased. I was happy for Zach and it sounded like there was a good race going on up front. I executed my usual strategy of eat-soup-grab-cake-and-walk and was out quite fast. I then took a wrong turn and got ‘lost’ for 10 meters. This is one race where you don’t have to worry about getting lost that much. Bryon had told me that I will catch a lot of people up front if I can just keep moving. That was my plan.
Just keep moving … and drinking
It was an easy section from here, but I didn’t feel amazing. I started counting kilometers and hours to go, which is not something that you really want to do in ultras this early (112km). When you feel like crap, you don’t want to know that you still have 60 kilometers and 13 hours to go. I shoke myself out of it and started following Bryon’s advise. Just move. It took a few kilometers that were not great, but then things picked up again. I had been feeling sorry for myself for some time and then some guy caught me from behind. That woke me up, my plan was to be the one overtaking and not the one being caught. So I picked it up a bit and moved away from the guy instantly. The trail also turned into a slight easy downhill which was great for me. The legs started turning again and all the calories hit the system. I was able to cool myself with some water and started to pick up runners well now. I  went past a few people that were all moving a lot more slowly than me.
Good morning Switzerland
I saw some organizers and asked how long until Campex and they said that at least 1 hour. That was far more than I expected. I wanted to get there faster, so I picked up the pace again. Michael Wardian had told me that there is a nasty climb to Champex and that this can be a surprise. When I got to the start of the climb, I saw some runners ahead and wanted to pass them too, so I kept going fast and ran up a lot of this hill. There were some signs to the lake and I always expected it to be just around the corner. I finally asked some hikers how long to the lake and they said 2km… 2km of climbing! I was already quite spent, having run fast for a long time expecting to soon be resting at the aid station. I had to slow down now and take one more gel to have enough energy to go up the rest of the way.
Champex-Lac aid station. Looks like a field hospital in the middle of a war. 
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Walking it into Champex
When I got to Champex, I was spent. I had been cursing the hill for a while, thinking who the hell decided to put this aid station up here. I was slightly negative when I walked into the aid station tent, but Katri quickly helped me to recuperate. She told me I was right on schedule, which was a bit of a disappointment, because I had been running very well and hoped to be ahead. Looking around the aid station then, I could see runners in pretty bad shape, lying everywhere, someone throwing up into the trash bag in the next table, etc. I needed a bit of time here to refuel and recoup and then out again. The next challenge was going to be the last three climbs and descents, which everyone has been describing as ‘brutal’ or ‘sadistic’. I knew that getting over these peaks was going to be a deciding factor … and I was right.
Champex Lac 126km – Trient 142km
The Lac Champex area is really pretty and it was the favourite for my crew. There were a lot of people out again and the weather was great. I saw some friends again and everything was going pretty well and I was rolling along nicely.
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Leaving Champex – got back to running right after this. 
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Did I already say it was super beautiful? It was. 
All climbs were kind of the same, going up for a very long time and being really spent at the top. That was all ok and I can easily deal with that. The downhill part started to be awful now. There was great pain in the big toenails. Every step hurt and even walking down was very painful. I thought I could deal with it first, but when I got closer to Trient I was sure I couldn’t anymore. I calculated I would still have at least 5,5 hours of descending to do in the race. I couldn’t bear the thought of hammering my toes for another 5,5 hours. Try to imagine bumping your toes against a chair for 5,5 hours and you get the idea how much it hurts. First, I thought I will go and see the medic in Trient and see if he can do anything about it. Soon after, this thought evolved into “I will drop out of the race for sure”.
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Champex lake, nice scenery, easy running.
When I got to Trient, I told my friends I will drop. I don’t think they fully understood the situation. I was looking for Katri so I could get a ride back home, but she wasn’t there. I called her and said that she’s waiting in Vallorcine, in the next aid station after the next big hill. I told her to come pick me up and that I’m dropping. I think she said something along the lines “No you’re not going to fucking drop, we’re all waiting here and everyone is following you.”. I tried to argue with her, but anyone who’s ever argued or arm-wrestled with her knows how that ends. My friends and Trail Tarraco team mates gave me the same message. So I was dragged to the medic and they started figuring out the problem. We finally settled on putting some bandage and tape on the toes and cutting a hole in one of the shoes so that the toe has more room. I also asked how much more Paracetamol I can take and instead of giving me the textbook answer, they asked how much and when I have take them, then discussed and told me that it’s ok if I take one more at the top of the next climb, but then no more in the race. The plan was then to try to make it to Vallorcine and see how it goes there. I knew I was going to make it to Vallorcine, because I had no problems in the climbs and once I was at the top of the climb, I would have to come down anyway, so I could just keep moving to Vallorcine.
My shoes with the cut-off toe. Notice the different pair too, I tried to use the Inov’s in the other foot, with the hope that it’s more soft and has more space. Didn’t really help. (photo by Joan Carbonell / Naturetime Eventos)
So after 45 minutes of this, I was fueled up and ready to go again. Legs were pretty stiff now after the pause and I had almost fallen asleep on the doctor’s table.
Trient 142km – Vallorcine 153km
The next climb was the same as the rest.. I moved and passed a few of the people that had passed me during the episode in Trient. Then they passed me again in the downhill where I wasn’t really able to move very well with the pain. Legs really felt like crap too, trying to run down sideways. I even though if I could run down backwards, but then looked around at the rocks and realized I would probably fall and hit my head in the first 10 meters. Mentally, however, I was kind of happy too, I had moved past a very dark moment and was actually on my way to finish the race. That was awesome and I have my friends and family to thank for that because I was already walking out to drop.
That’s it. I’m going to drop!
I did finally make it to Vallorcine and could see my crew again. The shoe fix done in Trient had helped things quite a bit, but I needed to make the hole bigger. I cut away everything in front of the mashed up toe and had my nice yellow sock sticking out of my red shoe for the rest of the race. I fueled up, thanked my crew and said hello to my mother and friends. I was now on my way towards the final climb in the race.
Vallorcine 153km – Chamonix – Finish 170km
While I was in Vallorcine, Mt Blanc once again made it’s presence known. There were two big blasts of thunder echoing from the mountain. They were just two isolated ones and then it was quiet again. Everyone looked around and could see that there were a few strange looking clouds around. On the way out of Vallorcine, I met Antti from the Finnish team. He had done the TDS earlier and had been on a run here. He walked with me for some meters heading to the mountain and we exchanged a few words. It was nice to be able to talk things through with someone and we both wondered if a storm is going to hit.
On goes the headlamp again …
Then the storm started. There was soon thunder and lightning everywhere and it was raining. The rain wasn’t too bad, it was actually refreshing after all day of running. It was now also dark again, so we were now transitioning from daytime running into a nighttime storm. Oh well, these are mountains and this is what I came here for. My biggest worry was the lightning, because I did not know the route and did not know if we’re going to be exposed up at the top, which would be quite dangerous.
Not-so-friendly-looking skies and the night awaits.
… and then full-on rain and thunderstorm
I keep climbing up the last big hill and I feel worried and also a bit tired. The climb goes ok, but when we get to the top, it’s exactly what I was afraid of.. it’s open and exposed and now the storm is right on top of us. Or actually, we are IN the storm, we’re above 2,000m and we’re actually in the clouds. It’s not raining that heavily, but the visibility with the headlamp is only 1,5 meters. The route markings are 50 meters apart and it’s rocky here, so there isn’t much of a trail, it’s more like going over the rocks where it’s easiest. This was quite dangerous, because of the lightning, but also because there were also some cliffs and the bad visibility combined with tired legs and mind is not a great combination. I REALLY wanted to get out of there, so at least this gave me a big adrenaline boost and once we got near to the top, I was moving fast and passing the few people that were also there. The downhill part from there was the worst, it was the most technical section of the entire race and in the bad visibility and now heavier rain, it was hard. I also kept banging my already injured toe into the rocks several times, which was painful, but at least kept me focused and awake. We were still high in the mountain, in complete darkness with no points of reference around us. I had no idea how much longer to the next aid station and what the trail was going to be like. In the profile, this part looked kind of mellow, but it was so technical that it was very hard. I probably moved something like 5 kms in 2 hours.
This is hail from the storm … the next day!
When I got to the final aid station, I asked them how much more to the finish and when they said 7 kms, I almost lost it. I was in desperately bad mood and really just wanted to get out of there. The aid station people were making a fuss around me, but I just shut them all out for the time being and picked up my phone and called Katri. I cursed the race and said that I hate it and told her to send all my friends away from the finish and that I don’t want to talk to anyone, I just want to shower, eat a pizza and sleep. She again handled it well and said not to worry about them or friends and to just focus on getting down there. Her words and some hot tea and soup calmed me down and I was able to joke with the aid station staff a bit. I thanked them very much and told them the conditions above are very hard and to take good care of people.
I was told the final kilometers are “easy” by the people at the aid station. It was far from easy. It was partially steep, there were rocks and roots everywhere and it was impossible to find any kind of rhythm with the broken toes, tired legs and the now wet and dark trail. I did what I could moving down slowly, dreaming of the finish line. I finally get into the town and know that there is just 1 km left to run around the town. I was still in a bad mood and wasn’t sure if I can really do the final kilometer. About 500m from the finish, I met my team mates and they handed me the Trail Tarraco flag. This was the final turning point and my mood instantly improved and I wanted to finish positive. With the flag on my shoulders, it was now easy to pick up the pace, run around the final block and then a strong sprint to the finish line. People were cheering all over and I could see my friends, many of whom had followed me all race. When I got to the finish line, I laid down the Trail Tarraco flag on the line and went down and kissed it.
Running with the flag (and proof that I did not walk the entire race 🙂
The white wolf and the flag
Kneeling at the finish line and happy
… and giving credit where it belongs – thank you very much. I was looking forward to this hug. 
This result is dedicated to my support crew and team, without whom I would not have finished the race. It was really an epic adventure and a great specimen of ultra running, where the runner must do their part, but can be greatly supported by the people around them. The sport of ultra running is much more of a community sport than any other form of running that I know of. This is one of the aspects that draws me and many other people to it. This community aspect also extends to my Finnish running mates, who all support each other with advise, logistics and friendship.
In conclusion and after a bit of time to reflect things, I’m extremely happy with the result. My other main objective was to finish and I definitely feel like I did the best run I could. With my friends, I was able to fix a major problem well enough to allow me to finish and in the end, I finished in 79th place out of 2,300 people (out of which about 1,400 finished). This distance is certainly serious business and has my full respect. It’s not a bad result for my first 100-miler and has given me a totally different perspective to this kind of distances. A 100km race certainly doesn’t sound all that long anymore.
Finisher – after an unbelievable rollercoaster race. 
I want to thank my partners Suunto and Stryd for their support. I also want to thank my Trail Tarraco team mates for their gifts that helped purchase some of the material needed. A lot of friends have reached out via social media and other channels and it’s been my pleasure the share the story with you. Over and out, until next time!
Photo credits: Katri Langel & Flash-Sport, the official race photographers where I purchased a pack of them – except where otherwise mentioned.

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