Wednesday, August 23, 2023

TRAILPODDER Podcast 90 - Jussi Lehtonen: Chartreuse Terminorum

 

Supersuositusta Spine Race -jaksosta 77 tuttu Jussi Lehtonen palaa TRAILPODDER Podcastiin. 

Aiheena on mystinen vuorikisa Chartreuse Terminorum, johon Jussi on osallistunut kahdesti. Netistä löytyvät tapahtuman speksit: 25000 nousumetriä, matka 300 km, aikaa 80 tuntia, 40 kutsuttua kilpailijaa, 14 kätkettyä kirjaa, 5 kierrosta, 5 maaliin päässyttä 5 kisassa, maksu 3€, huoltopisteitä reitillä nolla. 

Jussi kertoo miten Barkley Marathons ja sen perustaja Lazarus Lake liittyvät vuodesta 2017 järjestettyyn ranskalaisversioon. 

Jussi paljastaa meille hieman hakuprosessista, kisan pahimmista haasteista ja tulevaisuuden suunnitelmistaan Chartreusen suhteen. 

Jussi on vieraillut Barkley Marathons huudeilla 10 kertaa - aikooko hän mahdollisesti itse kilpailla vielä joskus Tennesseessä? 

Kuuntele TRAILPODDER podijakso 90 Spotify, Apple tms. podialustoilla. 

Tsekkaa jakson nettilinkit trailpodder.blogspot.com blogista.

https://podcasts.apple.com/fi/podcast/trailpodder-podcast-90-jussi-lehtonen-chartreuse-terminorum/id1573605878?i=1000625420377

https://open.spotify.com/episode/3SnTlkX8GKDOTWcTh8LJLK?si=R7Cm2A-jRbaAgCqmvI-dJA

http://chartreuse-terminorum.fr/

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Barkley_Marathons

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Barkley_Marathons

https://www.thespinerace.com/

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v2C_NzTe9nw

Saturday, August 12, 2023

TRAILPODDER Podcast 89 - Ilona & Phillip Morgan: Polkujuokse Englannissa

 


Suomen-vierailullaan Ilona ja Phillip Morgan tarjosivat tunnin pikakurssin polkujuoksusta Englannissa lenkillämme Helsingin keskuspuistossa. 

Tämä tulee minulle tositarpeeseen huhtikuussa 2024, kun osallistumme Northern Traverse 300km kisaan. 

Olemme kaikki kolme myös ekologisen kansainvälisen polkujuoksuseuran The Green Runners jäseniä. 

Alkujaan kotkalainen Ilona on juossut upeasti viimeisen vuoden aikana North Downs Way 100 Mile, South Downs Way 100 Mile, Serpent Trail 100km, Lakes Traverse 100km ja Pilgrim’s Challenge kisat. 

Seuraa IG @ilonam_trails ja kuuntele TRAILPODDER jakso 89 Spotify, Apple, Google tms podcast alustoilla.

https://podcasts.apple.com/fi/podcast/trailpodder-podcast-89-ilona-phillip-morgan-polkujuokse/id1573605878?i=1000624185034

https://open.spotify.com/episode/64bWgYUqmTUMG5zXLnzbKQ?si=jygArv4gSu2CLXV0JvQ3Jw

https://thegreenrunners.com/

https://www.northerntraverse.com/

https://www.northerntraverse.com/lakes-traverse

https://www.northdownsway.co.uk/

https://www.nationaltrail.co.uk/en_GB/trails/south-downs-way/

https://www.xnrg.co.uk/events/pilgrim-challenge#

https://www.xnrg.co.uk/events/druids-challenge

https://www.serpenttrailrace.com/

https://www.thespinerace.com/


Tuesday, August 8, 2023

My 2023 Tahoe 200 - Short Story


 

My 2023 Tahoe 200 - Short Story


A sliver of dawn broke over the mist-shrouded peaks, casting an ethereal hue upon the confluence of courage and madness that congregated at the starting line of the Tahoe 200. The 200-mile symphony of suffering, a pilgrimage into the chasms of the self, was about to unravel in the crucible of Lake Tahoe's grandeur. Runners, with eyes heavy with the weight of anticipation, fidgeted like caged animals, tethered to the inevitability of their own volition. They were united by the simultaneous embrace and defiance of human limits, woven together by the threads of vulnerability and hubris.

At 9 am on that fateful Friday, a starter's pistol marked the exodus into the realm of ceaseless trails and uncertain destinies. Footfalls were like the hesitant opening notes of an opus, gradually crescendoing into a cacophony of breath and rhythm. Nature's amphitheater bore witness as the runners strung themselves along the shoreline, a living, breathing testament to man's primal urge to traverse the world on foot.

The first few miles were the deceptive prelude to a composition of ceaseless undulation. The runners wound through towering pines, a solemn congregation seeking benediction from the cathedral of the forest. Elation and camaraderie coursed through the veins, fortifying resolve like an elixir against the impending hardships.

As the sun arced across the sky, time blurred and expanded, taffy-pulled by the gravitational force of the trail's challenges. Mile markers became metaphysical milestones, each one transcending the linear construct of distance. The ascent of snow-capped peaks morphed into a dance of euphoria and torment, where vistas of sublime beauty stood in stark contrast to the gnashing exhaustion of sinew and bone.

The night descended like a curtain, veiling the runners in a cocoon of introspection. Headlamps bobbed like fireflies caught in an existential reverie. Footfalls synchronized with heartbeats, echoing the ancient cadence of humanity's primordial wanderings. In the profundity of darkness, a tapestry of stars unfurled above, a cosmic reminder of inconsequence and wonder.

Dawn's tender fingers brushed the trail once more, illuminating the contours of vulnerability etched on each face. Minds navigated the labyrinthine passages of fatigue, doubt, and exhilaration. The intersection loomed ahead, a crossroads of fate and fallibility.

And there it was, that juncture that would forever define the narrative. A moment of hesitation, a fork in the trail, a decision fraught with consequence. The wrong path taken, the wrong direction embraced. A silent pivot toward misfortune, the cruel cogs of time grinding inexorably against the runner's ambitions.

The descent into Heavenly, both a destination and an abstraction, was a descent into temporal tyranny. Cut-off times, like the pendulum of a cosmic metronome, loomed with a chilling inevitability. The runner's breaths were a symphony of desperation, legs leaden and hearts galloping in the theater of panic. The unforgiving clock swallowed the runner whole, leaving nothing but the specter of a Did Not Finish etched in the annals of possibility.

As Saturday's sun cast elongated shadows, the finish line came and went, a distant memory of euphoria unrealized. The trail's narrative, one of jubilation and surrender, stretched beyond the horizon, a silent reminder that the journey is its own reward, and the road to self-discovery is paved with both the exultant strides of triumph and the humbling echoes of missteps.