I can now officially conclude that this has been the best holiday of my life. And there are lots of factors that go into that…
The location was breathtaking. Every peak, twist and turn of the Catalonian countryside left me gasping in awe. The skies so clear, the sun so warm, the seas so blue and the landscapes so vivid. And in running I really felt like I saw parts of this wonderful place that even the locals don’t know exist!
The touches of luxury were amazing. A pre-run massage, post-run bottles of cava, Michelin star meals and boutique hotels.
The people were top notch. Christina who graciously waited for us in locations along the run to bring us lunch or offer words of encouragement. Pablo who bought every inch of the trail alive for us with stories, encouragement and the mad glint in his eyes as he led us at breakneck speed down the coastal cliffs. Gray with boundless energy and patience who ran alongside us coaching and improving our technique as we ran. And my fellow runners Nicky, Paul, Michelle and Michael who made it so much damn fun. To find people who love running and jazz and great food and wine… it felt like one big happy family!
But most of all, it’s the overwhelming sense of pride and achievement.
Yesterday was the hardest day of running I have ever done. And that includes four marathons! With uphill stretches two miles long it is something I would never have attempted by myself. And yet I conquered it, and found that every time I thought I was spent I had something more to give.
And finally – after so many weeks and months of trying – I really feel like I have found my stride.
Physically and mentally I am going to conquer New York!