First run, post op!

This Saturday I took the leap and joined the triathlon team in their early morning (5am) mountain run.

This is a very dedicated group of extremely fit triathletes. You can almost always find them early on a Saturday morning around the Machairas Monastery.They run together and somehow have the energy to chat all the way up the steep slope and then down.

The trail goes up from a pique-nique area all the way up to the Village of Lazania (an old and remote village inhabited largely by the descendants of the Lusignans) and then down a steep dirt trail. Fifteen km in total.

I felt like my heart was going to explode almost from the outset all the way up and then as if my quads were being shredded to pieces all the way down. I was slow on the way up, so slow that once the whole group got to the turning point, they backtracked their route to find me, in case I had collapsed under a tree!

I made it though, which in itself was an achievement. I even managed to get to the beach yesterday and today I feel happy. Let’s hope the body got the message and knows that I will do UTMB, so it better get ready….

The trail!

About Devrim

For the past 20 years, I have been a runner, having been a regular participant of the London marathon during the late 90s & early 2000s and others such as the Istanbul and San Diego. But when I moved to Cyprus in 2003, things took a turn for the worse. Suddenly 42 kilometres was no longer enough. I needed an activity to counter-balance work. That was when I discovered the concept of ultra-running. An ultra run is anything more than 50 kilometres. However, the need was such that I started with 250km long self-sufficient desert ultras. I have now completed 4 desert ultras in some of the most gruelling conditions, ranging from +60 to -20 Celsius, from the high planes of Atacama in Chile to the depths of the Gobi in China, from the sandy dunes of the Sahara to the ice fields of Antarctica. In 2011, I completed a desert ultra series, having run 1,000 kilometres across 4 deserts in 9 months carrying all my own equipment, water and food on my back.
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