Celso F B
Madrid, España. (Spain)
Carrera por montaña
por Cuenca 31,800 km:
Sí, hay multitud de
motivaciones y sentimientos por los que estoy enamorado de las carreras
de montaña, y esta no iba a ser una excepción: recorridos salvajes,
hermandad de los come-piedras, por el apoyo durante el recorrido, por las
palabras amables pese a estar tan destrozados como tú. Y por esa química
que nos empuja a hacer cientos de kilómetros en busca de gente que sienta
libertad. Enhorabuena a mi acompañante Markos por aguantarme antes y después
de la prueba y ser mi colega de aventuras. Enhorabuena a Pablo de la Flor
que pincho poco antes de acabar por un dolor en la rodilla y a mi nena por
dejarme escapar un fin de semana en busca de sufrimientos.
La carrera:
dura, muy dura (queridos niños de barrio sésamo, apuntaros primero a la de 15
km para empezar). Pero con unos recorridos que cortaban el hipo (y no solo
en las subidas): sendas que subían cañones y bosques de pinos, sendas en
rutas de escalada (un
tramo por el que había que rapelar por cuerdas fijas), barro, roca mojada y cuando llegas a Cuenca y levantas la vista del suelo crees que estas soñando con los paisajes. No os cuento lo que es llegar a metas porque esa felicidad ya la conoce quien haya acabado un maratón.
Vuelvo cansado pero feliz!
tramo por el que había que rapelar por cuerdas fijas), barro, roca mojada y cuando llegas a Cuenca y levantas la vista del suelo crees que estas soñando con los paisajes. No os cuento lo que es llegar a metas porque esa felicidad ya la conoce quien haya acabado un maratón.
Vuelvo cansado pero feliz!
Trail race in
Cuenca, 31.800 km:
Yes, there are plenty of motivations and feelings that I love trail running, and this was not going to be a exception: wild run, brotherhood of rocks eaters, mutual supporters along the way, for the kind words in spite of being so shattered like you. And that chemistry that pushes us to make hundreds of miles in search of people who feel this freedom. Congratulations to my companion Markos for hanging on before and after the test and for being my adventure colleague. Congratulations to Pablo de la Flor who I don't needle too much, and before finishing with a sore knee and thanks as well to my honey to allow me escaping during the weekend in search of suffering.
The race: hard, very hard (dear children of Sesame Street, start first with 15 km). But with routes that cut the hiccups (and not just on the slope) climbing paths and pine forests, routes for trails (a section for which they had fixed ropes rappel), mud, wet rocks and when you get to Cuenca and lift your eyes from the ground you think you're dreaming with landscapes. It's difficult to explain how it feels when you reach the finishing line but those who have finished that a marathon will understand.
I return tired but happy!
Yes, there are plenty of motivations and feelings that I love trail running, and this was not going to be a exception: wild run, brotherhood of rocks eaters, mutual supporters along the way, for the kind words in spite of being so shattered like you. And that chemistry that pushes us to make hundreds of miles in search of people who feel this freedom. Congratulations to my companion Markos for hanging on before and after the test and for being my adventure colleague. Congratulations to Pablo de la Flor who I don't needle too much, and before finishing with a sore knee and thanks as well to my honey to allow me escaping during the weekend in search of suffering.
The race: hard, very hard (dear children of Sesame Street, start first with 15 km). But with routes that cut the hiccups (and not just on the slope) climbing paths and pine forests, routes for trails (a section for which they had fixed ropes rappel), mud, wet rocks and when you get to Cuenca and lift your eyes from the ground you think you're dreaming with landscapes. It's difficult to explain how it feels when you reach the finishing line but those who have finished that a marathon will understand.
I return tired but happy!
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