Marathon des Sables, Stages & Race Reports
April 9 – Race Day 6 – 17.5km
Takkourt N'Takouit to Tazzarine
....The final leg
The day started with something different, the tent fairy’s didn’t turn up!
I was in reasonable spirits and had decided that I would just throw caution to the wind and push as hard as I could for as long as I could…..it was only going to hurt for 17km…I could even crawl that if I had to!
As we ran out of the bivouac for the last time, the tents still standing, the media helicopter sweep in low, and as usual, sideways.
I decided I had to run my own line, running behind others in the rocky terrain was going to drain me more as I wouldn’t be running in my efficient zone.
Things were going really well, I was moving swiftly, probably as fast as day one before the wheels fell off. Having an empty pack at last made a huge difference.
I was closing in on the lead Australian, then passed him!
He looked in a bad way though I couldn’t leave him like that, that’s not what I’ve been taught, to not help him would not be right.
I went back and gave him two of my electrolyte packs and some food….his tank was empty.
Only then could I carry on.
I was picking up places all the way to the finish, I was have the most brilliant day!
The last few km were through a village on bitumen roads – I was moving even quicker now.
As I zoomed down the road toward the finish, I came up behind the lead woman.
I decided to not pass, to soak up the feeling of this amazing adventure and just cruise in to the line.
I was so happy to finish, to stop, to not have to carry my pack any more – the prospect of a shower buoyed my spirits even more!
Back at the hotel, my fellow Australians were starting to gather, and before I knew it I had an ice cold beer in my hand, courtesy of the fellow I’d helped out that day. He said he wouldn’t have made it without the aid I’d provided – we shook hands, smiled and raised our glasses…the first of a ‘few’.
It was a great adventure….and maybe I will do it again some time…you never know.
But for now I was proud of myself for not giving in to the pain, and enjoying the tales from my fellow competitors.