I freaking did itFrom 0k to 44k mountain marathon in a yearBy Line Kolbe Damn it was a tough run. Don't even know where to start. I'm still so overwhelmed by it and it's all still sinking in. It was 3 mountains. 16 km, 12 km and then 16 km again. The crossing of the first mountain went great. No pain anywhere and I had plenty of energy. The weather was nice. It took longer than I expected because there were so many on the trail that we had to wait on each other to get ahead. When I got down to the valley on the other side Thomas, my husband, was waiting there for me with my shake and there was a water and food station. The second mountain was a lot tougher than expected. It was very steep and slippery because of deep mud on the trail. On the way up here my legs, especially hips, started to hurt. But nothing I couldn't handle. At the other side of this mountain there would be a time limit. I had to get there and leave the next water and food station before a specific time and that started to stress me a bit. Because it was so steep to get up on the top I lost time there so I needed to run down to the valley even though my knees started hurting when I ran down. But that time limit was more important. I needed to get there in time. Because if my legs could hold up and get me through I wouldn't want to be thrown out there because of the time. When I got there I had 45 mins to that time and Thomas was there also waiting for me. Now there was "only" one mountain left and 16 km to go. My hips and knees hurt but still bearable. The trail up this mountain was not as steep but it was even more muddy, and it all got so much tougher now. When I got up above the tree line the wind got stronger and stronger evolving into a real storm and then it also started raining. Damn it was cold and demanding. I took on all the clothes I had with me in my little bag but I froze. The only thing I could think of was to get down to the valley again. Down where it wasn't so cold. Then my left knee started really hurting. I was unable to use it. If I bent my leg it would hurt so much it was too painful. I found a way to jump sideways down the mountain side and managed to keep an ok tempo. When I finally was at the finish line I actually ran across it and then I started crying. I just couldn't help it. It was so overwhelming. Tears of happiness. Now two days later I'm feeling surprisingly well. Of course I'm sore, as in extremely sore, but my knee is actually quite good again. I think I will recover pretty fast.