Gratianne, 29 ans, mountain ultra-marathon tusitala

Tout d'abord, un article interessant (in English). First, an interesting article: http://www.irunfar.com/2011/08/2011-the-north-face-ultra-trail-du-mont-blanc-results-report.html Ensuite, les videos: La video 2011: La video officielle: Et toujours, ma video motivation: "CE QUE NOUS ACCOMPLISSONS A L'INTERIEUR MODIFIE LA REALITE EXTERIEURE" (Otto Rank) "WHAT WE ACCOMPLISH INSIDE SHAPES THE OUTER REALITY" (Otto Rank)

5 ans. 1827 jours. Il y a exactement 1827 jours, je decouvrais l'UTMB, The North Face Ultra Trail du Mont Blanc sur la place de Chamonix, un vendredi soir. En ce jour je decidais de faire cette course et depuis, je n'ai cesse d'en rever, de m'entrainer pour et imaginer ce moment ou je passerais la ligne... Et il y a quelque jours (deja), 1827 jours soit 5 ans et 1 jour plus tard, je l'ai fait. Comment raconter son plus important reve, ce que l'on veut le plus au monde? Comment exprimer ce que l'on a attendu pendant 5 ans? Qui plus est, comment mettre des mots et ne pas trahir ce qui s'est avere etre encore plus grand que ce que j'avais pu esperer?  Raconter, c'est aussi accepter que ce soit fini, car malgre cinq annees d'attente a y penser chaque jour, on ne veut pas que ce soit fini, on voudrait encore quelques petites heures de plus. Avec la Suede qui me manque tant, c'est le syndrome de Stockholm peut-etre... Enfin, comme le no...

After the UTMB race, my ‘Olympics’ that were cancelled after only 21kms/166kms late August 2010, times have been difficult. It took me a while to get better and a couple of weeks to go back into proper training, not just a means to expel my anger and pain. The first following race was in Chamonix again. It has been harrowing to go back, alone, to run another race than the UTMB. I was not even able to take the start of it: only a few hours after arriving in Chamonix, I was struck by a winter disease and ended up stuck in my hotel room for 2 days, unable to get out of my bed or eat. This was the fourth race of the season out of four that I was not able to complete. For this one, the last chance of the season, the bad luck was not over because of French strikes and the shortage of gas (a four hour drive). I almost couldn't go... I. The feet and legs Thursday 8.38pm, I manage to close my eyes and fall into a profound sleep only waking up on Friday 1am, a bit before my clock. I head ...