Stage 7 Ollomont – Courmayeur 48 km 2880 D+ (16 hours 15 minutes)
|Two epic Cols during the last stage of TDG|
|This is really what you see most of the time during TDG - your agonizing and painful feet|
The final ascent to Col Champillon at 2709 meters was steep but not particularly strenuous and I had developed a good rhythm when climbing using the poles in a very efficient way. I had throughout the race noticed that most runners seemed to also have Black Diamond Ultra Distance poles and they were really light and efficient. For most of the time I did not use them at all when descending and had both of them in one of my hands and tried to just run downhill. My pace down from Col Champillon was still very slow, however; throughout the race I had searched for the best way to run downhill but still not improved much. This descent was also very technical and quite long traversing alongside a mountainside deeper and deeper into a valley and it became dark towards the end of it just before I reached the stop Ponteille Desot. I was not surprised that I saw two headlights from runners closing in on me right before the stop. It turned out to be the American Arthur Morris and the Frenchman Vigneron Dominique, both of whom I had previously encountered throughout the race. I had some smoked meat, which appeared to be the specialty of this aid station, and again of course plenty of Coke.
At the aid station we discussed whether we would be able to eat breakfast in Courmayeur and Arthur said that he had promised his wife to meet her and do that so he would make an attempt. He also set of in a very high pace, quickly leaving me alone behind, running out from the aid station along a small fire road with a very small gradual descent towards St Rhemy en Bosses. I had started to feel real pain in my right foot again, but noticed that the pain became worse when I walked so I jogged along the long road through the dark forest. Again, I started to get déja vu experiences and felt increasingly tired. I was happy when Vigneron finally overtook me and somehow I managed to keep him within eyesight when running the last part down into St Rhemy on some winding real roads in and out of small villages. I reached the station at St Rhemy just before 11 pm in the evening and it was a relief to come into a warm tenth and get a cup of coffee and some cake. Vigneron decided to try to sleep for an hour, he subsequently finished the race two hours after myself on Friday morning, but I felt surprisingly awake and therefore decided to set out for the final climb up to Col Malatra.
I had barely left the station before I got a very strong déja vu experience. I have driven several times up to the Gran San Bernardo Pass in the valley of St Rhemy en Bosses, but of course never been running here. Still, I started to think that perhaps the La Boucle track of Trail Verbier St Bernard, which I ran last summer, passed by here, despite very well knowing that this was not the case. The déja vu experiences were extremely strong when I ran out from the village and up through some grass fields over the village. Then suddenly the tiredness came over me again. It was like falling asleep in the middle of a step and my mind simple shut down. I desperately tried to wake myself up by slapping, pinching and biting myself and by trying to elicit strong feelings, but to no avail. Luckily, the surroundings to the trail were not steep, but I anyway hurt myself in my left hand on a rock when I literally fell asleep and veered off the trail and fell down a short slope. I was very fortunate that my poles were intact. This scary experience woke me up for a while and I put up a higher pace again.
Continuing on I noticed that there were two headlights from runners on the track a couple of hundred meters below me that had crept up on me while I had drifted away. It was not long, however, before the tiredness overtook me again and I went into a state of almost dreaming. In the dream I became convinced that if the chasing runners overtook me before I reached the lights from the Rifugio above me in the distance I would lose and be taken off the trail and not allowed to complete the race. This was a nightmare with a scary feeling of being chased, but also a good dream as it made me put up an even higher pace up through the green cow pastures. It was really difficult to follow the tracks as the trail was winding and if you went straight for the next yellow sign you came out in the wet grass and also risked stepping in the numerous cow pats along the trail. Regretfully, I did that several times and for the first time during the race my feet got really wet and cold. At this point I did not care, however, and I managed to reach Refuge du Lac at 2537 meters without being overtaken by the runners behind me.
There were plenty of runners sitting and resting in the Rifugio when I arrived. I felt really weak and in hindsight I do not understand why I did not tried to get a short sleep, but instead I just became sitting passively on a chair drinking tea caldo and coke and eating cake and bread. When sitting there I noticed the American Arthur Morris who had taken a quick nap and were fixing his feet. I considered doing the same, but decided to not touch my shoes before the finish if not absolutely necessary. I also took care of the wound on my left hand which was merely a scratch, but still I had bled quite much. Strangely enough, sitting in the warmth in the Rifugio I was still very uncertain whether I would finish the race despite being this close to the end. Having rested for a while I noticed that several runners were leaving and I decided to follow their tail up the final climb of the race to Col Malatra and went out into the night again.
The first part of the final ascent up to Col Malatra was not particularly difficult and I very quickly my mind drifted away again. I tried to keep up a good pace and gained some on the runners in front of me. However, after a while the trail became steeper and steeper and also a little bit icy with some snow. It looked that someone had put on some sawdust to make the trail less slippery and despite feeling a good grip with my La Sportiva Helios shoes I slowed down more and more as it was so steep. I got to a rope section and tried to pull myself up, but as the rope was not completely stretched, but had got stuck on a rock when I grabbed it and I amost fell when the rope got free from the rock. I was now completely awake, but I went really slow and in the end I found myself just standing there not able to go further forward. To go backward was certainly no alternative, but to my relief I saw a headlight fast approaching when I looked down. It turned out to be Arthur who had made good progress up the climb. I waited a short while for him to reach me and then, after explaining my situation, followed closely in his footsteps when climbing the last part. It was a relief when reaching the top. I took a picture of Arthur, but my Iphone 5 with my camera had again shut down due to the cold which was really irritating. It was cold up there, someone had put a number of large Coke bottles and they had almost frozen and I could barely drink some. Nevertheless, it was not windy at all this night so before descending I switched of the headlight and stood there and watched the bright starry sky over me and the dark valley below. This was the last Col at Tor des Géants and as “Col Malatra” had been my mantra throughout the race it felt as I had made it. The few seconds I was standing there on top of Col Malatra under all stars will be an everlasting vivid memory from the race and one of these magical moments you train for all year when you put on your running shoes to go out in the rain and snow dark and cold fall and winter evenings.
The race was however certainly not over as I quickly realized when starting the arduous descent trailing Arthur towards Rifugio Bonatti. He must have taken it really slow as I could see his headlight in front of me for most of the descent towards the Rifugio. The trail was winding back and forth between dark summits and I had difficulties orienting myself and it felt like it took forever to reach the Rifugio. I was almost fully awake and my legs felt strong and even though my running speed was not high I was still running and the pain in my feet had almost completely disappeared. I reached Rifugio Bonatti at 5.28 am on Friday morning and was surprised that it had taken so long to get there. Arthur had also just arrived and was talking to his wife on the phone trying to get her to meet him at the last Rifugio before Courmayeur. I decided to quickly continue to the finish, perhaps I could have breakfast in Courmayeur after all, and took a quick cup of tea caldo with lots of sugar and some cookies before going out in the early morning.
It was 9.6 kilometers (6 miles) from Rifugio Bonatti to the next Rifugio Bertone. The trail followed the UTMB trail/Tour du Mont Blanc backwards and consisted of a long traverse along Val Ferret with stunning views in the morning’s first rays of sun of the Mont Blanc massif on your right on the other side of the valley. The trail was on a single-track path without many rocks and was definitively runnable. Setting out from the Bonatti hut I initially made good progress, but was anyway soon passed by Arthur who mentioned something like “The Frenchman is coming” and “I am going to race to be among the top 100” – clearly the race was on until the end. I tried to follow him, but without success as I again was overwhelmed by an immense tiredness. This time it was really scary as this clearly was not the place to fall asleep and veer of the trail due to the precipice on the right. The fall if taking the wrong step would lead to a fall to the bottom of the valley 1000 meters below. I had come so long so it would be no better to return to the Bonatti hut than to continue on to the Bertoni hut and standing there on the cliff realizing that the only option was to continue was one of the most terrifying moments of my life. Here I realized what TDG really is about – it is a fight not primarily with the trail, or with your muscles, or even with your feet, it is a fight with your own mind. Slowly continuing on I fought the hardest I could to not fall asleep and drift away into a dream leaving me dead on the bottom of the valley. In the middle of this fight I was passed by the Frenchman who turned out to be Georges Galle, the mountainman who had passed me easily on the way up Col Loson the second day of the race. He looked completely rested when he passed me and pointed to the stunning views of Mont Blanc in the early morning sun saying “It is beautiful, isn’t it?” I simply nodded and thought that if I was going to die at least it would be in a beautiful place. Georges was quickly out of sight in front of me and I was alone again with my fight. I think everyone has to search and find their own motivation to keep on fighting in a situation like this – for me it was the thoughts about my loved ones that made me victorious in the end and bore me the final way to Rifugio Bertone. It had been the longest 6 miles of my life.
When I arrived at Rifugio Bertone I took a strong cup of coffee, it most be the most longed for cup ever, and was told it was less than an hour down to Courmayeur. Suddenly completely awake, it was like I had dreamt everything that had happened between the two Rifugios, I took off some clothes and went on with the final descent. I could see Courmayeur down in the valley and decided to try to run. And suddenly it was like everything fell into place and I found myself flowing rapidly downhill like a river – this was the feeling I had been searching for during all descents the whole race. The stones in the path, and there were indeed plenty of stones here as well as the descent was really rocky, technical and steep, were no longer obstacles and I could even use them as support for me feet gaining speed. I was almost sad when I after what felt like only a blink entered the town and left the technical trail for asphalt roads. I must have been really fast this final descent as Georges Galle, who was long before me at the last Rifugio, in the end finished only 7 minutes earlier than I did. There were regretfully not that many people out this early in the morning, but all whom I met were cheering and greeting me like a winner and soon I saw the red carpet and the finish line. I had made it.
|I made it|
|Signing the TDG poster. Another epic moment|
|"Before and after picture" from the beginning and end of the race. This is what TDG does to you|