A bit late update from Vildmarksloppet in Bjursårs. This was my absolut first 32 km ever! 5th September 2015.
I was so nervous. I rented a car from Statoil as usual and drove by my self up to Bjursås straight from work.. I slept at the most cutest hostel ever.
It called Proselingården and I payed 200 SEK for a night. I was the only guest there so it was realley creepy to sleep alone in this old house.
I arrived first at the contest on the racing day.
This was the view from the startingpoint. I felt from the start that this would go shitty.
I had planned very bad with the food, the sleep and I were mentally stressed for other reasons. I was litterally out of shape. :-/
The race were totally 32 km. I made a good time to the first checkpoint. Then the hell broke loose. I ranned in to some bloody runningwall. The only thing that loopet in my head was how fat I was. How I felt like a giant elefant comparing to the other runners.
Slowly I passed the kilometres. I was sooooooo freaking last. Several hours behind everybody else. But the racevolontears was the most sweetest ever! The last village I ranned by in the mountains did a wave to my by the road. I realley loved Dalarna and how sweet everybody were.
Piggy friends! Soooo sweet!
Narure in Bjursås, Dalarna County.
One of many sneaky holes. I managed to get stuck in one of them. Sneakey bastard mud.
Just a small taste of what will come later. The next hole was over my knees. I fell realley badly so I got a memory scar on my left knee.
I ranned…cried…ranned…cried for my self. During the raxe I felt like the biggest and fatest loser by them all. I was so mentally down in my dark hole. Escpessially after I fell for the 6th time and got stuck in the forst. One of the race volonteers realley cheered my up by litterally banged in the information that I was a winner of my self.
Then I though. Mayby the first race long race is supposed to get shitty. If I have never done it… how can I possible know what to work on in able to success?
This race was a success. The volonteers and the people made me feel like a winner even if I was last.
I have been taking notes on what I need to work on for my next 32km race. Woop! Bring it on life!
My goal picture. 6.20 hours! Bleh.
After the race I rested a bit and immideatly drove alone by myself.
It does suck to be lonely on this trip to my athlete career. I see everybody have friends or family waiting by the goalline. It gives me some flashbacks to my graduation before I was going to high school when nobody turned up for me..Worst day of my life.
What doesnt kill you make you stronger. But I do realise this is a journey I need to do alone. But I do still dreaming of someday having somebody waiting for me by the finnishline.
Until that day comes. I do realise I need to survive on my own.
I am a fighther. I am a survivor. Bring it life! #bearpower