Φτάνοντας στην Κόρινθο, ένιωθα την υπέρτατη χαρά και τον ενθουσιασμό για την συνέχεια... το κομμάτι του αγώνα που μου αρέσει περισσότερο, και που με εκφράζει σαν Αντζυ... την ησυχία, τα αμπέλια, το αργό κατέβασμα του ήλιου και τον ερχομό της νύχτας.

One of the most iconic races of the Ultra season is the 246km Spartathlon held annually in Greece. The Spartathlon traces the footsteps of Pheidippides, the legendary Athenian messenger sent to Sparta in 490 BC to seek help against the Persians in the Battle of Marathon.

I marched down the high street towards the finish to the cheers and adulation of the crowd as the raw heat of the sun was starting to cool and early evening approached.

Είναι λίγη ώρα που επέστρεψα σπίτι.
Ήταν ένα δύσκολο Σπάρταθλο μου είπε ένας ξένος αθλητής, του είπα πως ποτέ το Σπάρταθλο δεν ήταν εύκολο. Συμφώνησε, είχαμε τερματίσει και οι δύο.

Endlich...it is one of those German words, a bit like eng ( that means a tight space) that sums up a feeling better than an English one. It means a sort finality so much more all-encompassing than the word finally. When it has taken over four years and three failed attempts to achieve something it really does mean a lot.

This is my Spartathlon race review 2015. I want to caveat it by saying I am not looking for any sympathy by including my post-race feelings first, rather than the race itself. What I will say is that I wrote those words yesterday while feeling on the low side.