Category Race report
There is no light in the room, it is still very dark and I can hear the chanting of the morning prayer “Allaaaaah Akbar”. What time is it ? I look at my wrist where lays a watch too big for me.
And so, my faith was sealed. I had raised more funds than my goal and I had met with Scott Jurek,
probably the best thing to do in Vietnam if you are a trail runner or a mountain lover. To climb Mount Fansipan, the highest summit..
I could see the tree plantations going up the hill in an organized chaos so descriptive of India. It smelt so good, like, if tea and spices were both perfect combinations. And then, at kilometer 50, the right knee just abandoned, leaving me bitter and sorrow.
– “So now what ?”
Race organizer, Marcus, had led the comically understated briefing, highlights including:
“Watch your footsteps, you should not get bit by any snakes, but if you do, remember the shape and color of it, so we know which anti-venom to use. We wouldn’t want you to get the wrong one…”