Post Jungfrau : Following in the Footsteps of 007 and More!

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Lauterbrunnen - Murren - Gimmelwald - Post Race - Jungfrau Marathon

Zurich - Post Race - Jungfrau Marathon

Schilthorn - Post Race - Jungfrau Marathon

After racing the Jungfrau Marathon on Saturday, I spent the next few days in the Lauterbrunnen region.  On Sunday the gang did an easy hike from Stechelberg to Trachselfauenen.  Probably 4 or 5 miles roundtrip.  It was a dreary morning with clouds filling the valley.  It rained off and on during our hike.  Luckily this wasn't race day weather.  We caught a huge break having a rain free race.

Bit of an dreary, drizzly day on Sunday.

On Monday, Fio and Riley headed back to Zurich.  Riley to fly back to the States.  Fio to go back to work.  I hiked from Lauterbrunnen up to Gimmelwald. 

Cemetery in Lauterbrunnen beneath Staubbachfall.

Looking back at Lauterbrunnen as I climb out of town.

Initially the hike was fine.  Then it began to rain a bit.  Then rain harder.  Then get colder.  And by the time I got to Gimmelwald, it started to turn to snow.  Really glad this wasn't race day.  Stayed at the Mountain Hostel in Gimmelwald for the next 3 days.

View from my room at Mountain Hostel.  Began snowing as I arrived in Gimmelwald.

When I woke up on Tuesday, the upper portions of the mountains had received significant amount of snowfall.  My original plans were beginning to go by the wayside.  I wouldn't be able to hike the Schilthorn in these conditions.  The other hike I planned might still be possible.  So I headed out the door with the idea of hiking to Oberhornsee.

Looking up at the top of the Schilthorn on Tuesday.  Not gonna hike it in these conditions.

This turned out to be a really fun hike.  Once again I discovered that the Swiss don't like switchbacks.  The trail climbed steeply out of the river valley up to Tanzboden.  The other thing I discovered, is that Swiss cows, while providing excellent milk for chocolate and cheese, are all plotting something.  Just look at this guy.

And this guy.

I don't know what it is.  But they are up to something.  It might just be obliterating trails.  For the most part, even with the snowfall, following the trail was relatively straight forward.  However, these cows completely destroyed any semblance of a trail in this area and took me about 20 to 30 minutes to figure out where to go.

Looking back at Murren (center left of pic) and Gimmelwald (below Murren in lower left of pic)

Continuing on, I finally came across some footsteps of another hiker and route finding became very easy.  The sun also had begun to peak in and out of the clouds.

Reaching Obersteinberg.

When I reached Obersteinberg, I was a little tired of trudging thru the snow.  Based on the signs, Oberhornsee was another hour away.  And although the sun was peaking thru the clouds, I wasn't sure I wanted to climb any higher.  I took a quick look around Hotel Obersteinberg.  Then made the trek back to Gimmelwald, by way of Hotel Tschingelhorn.  The sun would come out in full force and began to melt the snow.  Most of my way back was clear of snow, but a bit muddy.

Hotel Tschingelhorn.  The great thing about hiking in Switzerland, even in what seems remote areas, there are these places to stop and have food and drink.  

After about 6 hours hiking I arrived back in Gimmelwald.  I would then trek up to Murren to make use of their rec center.  By staying in the hostel, I received a free pass to the rec center.  So each night I would end up walking up to Murren, using the hot tub at the rec center, then showered there, instead of paying 2 or 3 francs for a 5 min shower at the hostel.  It is about 20 minute walk between the villages.


I could have taken this between the villages,

Cable car runs from Murren to Gimmelwald.

But I would have missed out on this,

Herding cows thru Murren

With the sun coming out in the afternoon, I was optimistic I might be able to climb the Schilthorn on Wednesday.  But when I woke up on Wednesday morning, I got up to another foggy, cloudy day.  I was uncertain what to do, but decided to head out anyway.  If it was like Tuesday, the sun might come out and I would be bummed if I missed my chance to climb to the top.  But if it stayed cloudy, or weather rolled in, there was a lower loop I could do on the mountain that still would be doable and likely enjoyable.  I left the hostel unsure of what the day would bring.

Heading out of Gimmelwald on Wednesday Morning.

The initial hike out of Gimmelwald (4490 ft) drops down into a river valley, to a low point of 4160 ft.  As with any trail in this region, you pass by numerous waterfalls.  Shortly the trail began to ascend.  It quickly broke tree line at which point you can see the Piz Gloria, the hideout of Ernst Blofeld.  The drawback to the hike from this direction, is the summit, with the restaurant on top, is visible for the majority of the time.  Damn you Blofeld.  And it seems so close and yet so far the entire way.  It's like running on a beach.  But the day was turning out to be great.  The clouds had mostly cleared out, the sun came out, and it was comfortable temp.  The idea of reaching the summit now seemed reasonable.

The top of the Schilthorn and Piz Gloria

The initial trail leading out of Gimmelwald and into the river valley is a wide single lane dirt road.  But as it climbs above treeline, it becomes a single track trail.  Route finding is quite easy when there is no snow on the ground as the Swiss readily mark all their trails.

Well marked trail, when there is no snow.

The trail climbs thru cow pastures into a basin.  At 6690 feet, in the bowl of the basin is the Rotstock-Hutte.

Rotstock-Hutte

Up until this point I hadn't seen anyone besides a few dozen cows.  Stepping inside the hut, I found a half-dozen people sitting around having lunch.  I grabbed a quick snack and pondered my next move.  The wind had picked up as I reached the hut.  I was worried a bit that the weather might be turning nasty and I still had nearly 3000 ft to climb.   Not wanting to waste a window of opportunity to reach the summit, I quickly bid farewell to those in the hut and continued on my way.

Signs point the way.  As if I couldn't tell where I needed to go. 

This is where the hike gets interesting.  As stated before, I don't think the Swiss believe in switchbacks.  The trail out of the basin up to the ridge, followed what I would guess was just a sheep/cattle trail.  It went straight up.  On the plus side, I was protected from the winds again and the clouds didn't look threatening.

Looking back down into the basin and hut.

As the picture shows, you gain a lot of vertical quickly.  Near the ridge, the route finding became more difficult.  The were no cairns.  With snow covering more of the ground on the ridge, you couldn't see the painted rocks.  I also was working with a poor map.  It was one of those freebies that are not drawn to scale, but is more like a ski trail map.  It shows the mountains and the trails but not completely.  I was approaching the summit from the "backside" and once I reached the ridge, the map didn't show how the trail reached the summit.  I had looked for a decent trail map in Lauterbrunnen and Murren the days before, but nothing was all that great.  No where near the quality of a Sky Terrain map.  So I hadn't bought one.  I was slightly worried that might be an issue.  But I figured, having hiked a fair amount in the mountains, one generally gets the idea of where the trail should go.  So I had to do a bit of bushwhacking (without the bushes), and soon found myself back on trail.

With snow, route finding is not so easy.  Can't see painted rocks.

Once on the ridge, around 8800ft, the trail became completely clear.  But I was exposed to a vicious wind.  I'm guessing consistent 20-30mph with gusts of 40-50. It was bad in sections. So bad I had to brace myself to stay standing.  I was tiring quickly.  This 45 mins of hiking really began to suck.

Winds were rough here, as I am totally exposed to them.

As I got closer to the top, and into some rocks, I was once again protected from the wind.  And the route got fun.  Up until this point, this was purely a Class 2 climb.  A hard Class 2 because of the vertical gain in spots and due to the wind, but no scrambling whatsoever.  Now there was some scrambling.  And more snow to deal with.  But the Swiss do make things slightly easier with ladders.

Even before the staircase, there were many spots with ropes anchored into the rock to hold onto.  Then after the staircase, there was this.

But there also was some scrambling that didn't have any ropes or stairs to use.  And there was a bit of exposure, nothing overly ridiculous, but enough to make it exciting.

Almost to the top.  Anyone home?

As I neared the top, I began to feel the pull of just taking the cable car back down.  I was 5 hours into the hike and with the wind, plus trudging thru snow and the fact I had raced a marathon just 4 days before, I was starting to really drag.  Wouldn't a beer at the top be nice?  And even though it would be pricey, wouldn't the cable car ride back down be cool?  This was my thought process as I approached the summit and was I all I could think about that I didn't realize that I still hadn't seen anyone. Instead, I thought it odd that they hadn't shoveled and cleared the walkways and observation platform around the Piz Gloria.  As I was taking pictures it dawned on me, the Piz Gloria was closed and I was the only one on top the mountain.

Those footprints.  Those are mine.  No one else has been up here in a day or two.

I would imagine this is like climbing Pikes Peak and finding no one on the top.  An extremely rare occurrence.  As I understood I was all alone on top I had two thoughts, this was really cool, and now I need to hike back down.  With it still being very windy and clouds seemingly to be rolling in, I figured I couldn't stay to long on top.  But I did take a few minutes to enjoy the solitude and amazing views.

Looking back at the ridge I climbed up.

Looking down into the basin I had climbed up.  You can barely make out Rotstock-Hutte in the left portion of the basin.

Panaroma taken from the Schilthorn.  From left to right is the Eiger,  Monch,  and Jungfrau (hidden in the clouds)

Self Portrait to prove I indeed was there.

Now it was time to tackle the descent.  I was planning to descend down the Schilttal basin to Gimmela and then Murren.  As this was the north facing slope, there was still a fair amount of snow to trudge thru.  I didn't bother trying to find a trail, but just made the best way down the initial descent.

This way down.

Making tracks on the descent.

The snow was about knee deep and actually made the descent easier than trying to go down the trail.  Only wish I had an ice ax as it would have been a fun glissade.  Shortly I got down the initial steep descent and out of the snow field.

Looking back up at the Piz Gloria and the initial descent thru the snowfield.

Having gotten thru this section, my fear of potential weather issues dissipated and I could enjoy the views on the rest of the descent.

Birg is the mid-station point between Murren and Piz Gloira.  The Eiger dominates the background.

Small lake below Birg.

The Schilttal valley that I will descend thru to reach Murren.

Hey look, more waterfalls.

At the bottom of the basin, near Schiltalp.  Cows are once again plotting something.  

After a long descent thru the basin, I finally saw the first person on the trail.  From a distance I just thought it was another hiker, but hadn't seen any tracks up top so didn't know where they came from.  As I got closer, I realized he was carrying something.  Then I got close enough to get this pic.

Don't see that too often in Colorado.  After nearly 7 hours, I finally came into Murren.

Murren, a welcome sight for some tired legs.

Cable car!? We don't need no stinkin cable car!

Stopped in Murren to use the town rec center once again. Took a long soak in hot tub then hot shower, before continuing down to the hostel in Gimmelwald for a well deserved beer and pizza.

Dinner with a view.

In the end it was nearly a 13 mile loop with 6024 feet vertical gain.  Total time (with clock stopped for breaks at Rotstock-Hutte, on the top, and Murren) was 7 hours 20 minutes.  A great day in the mountains in complete solitude with postcard views.

Thursday was my last day in the Lauterbrunnen valley.  Again I woke up to clouds filling the valley.  There would be 2 things I had on the agenda for the week that I wouldn't be able to do, but otherwise it was a fantastic few days.  Even the snow was fun.  I headed out of the hostel one last time, this time to hike back down to Lauterbrunnen, by way of Stechelberg, thus completing one giant loop.

My humble abode the past few days.

Waterfalls and Cable Cars.  They are everywhere in the Lauterbrunnen Valley.

BASE Jumpers are also everywhere in the Lauterbrunnen Valley.

Unless they go splat, the locals don't seem to even notice them.

After nearly a week in the valley, it was time to head back to Zurich for the weekend.

On the train.

Farewell for now.  I think I will be back again.

Jungfrau Marathon

Haven't written on here in a long time and have a lot to catch up on including hikes up Mt Massive and Mt Sherman, a great 4th of July weekend in Telluride which included knocking of Mt Sneffels, and a slightly disappointing Pike's Peak Ascent in August.  But all that led up to the Jungfrau Marathon and I'll start there and over the next few weeks work backwards.

Early this year, two very good friends of mine, Fio and Riley, convinced me to go to Switzerland to race the Jungfrau Marathon.  A 26.2 mile race starting in Interlaken, that then winds its way up the valley to Lauterbrunnen before climbing up to Wengen and than upwards to the finish at Kleine Scheidegg, at the base of the Eiger.  In total, about 6000 vertical feet of climbing, mostly in the last 10 miles of the marathon.  It's a mix of road and trails and runs thru towns and small villages before climbing above treeline, so that in the last few miles there are amazing views of the north face of the Eiger and glaciers on the Jungfrau.



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The race had been on my radar for a number of years.  It sounded like an amazing challenge.  But more importantly, it would allow me to travel back to the Lauterbrunnen valley, 19 years after I had visited it my first time.  After graduating high school, I spent 3 weeks in the summer traveling Europe.  3 of those days were spent staying in Wengen, above Lauterbrunnen.  It was an amazing place.  At the time I was horribly out of shape, having broken my ankle right before my senior track season.  I was unable to do any running on the trip.  I always wanted to get back and run the trails around the valley.  Now I could also race them.

On September 11, I found myself heading to DIA airport in the middle of a deluge.  Rains of biblical proportions were starting to hit Boulder.  On the bus ride out to the airport, the windshield wiper on the driver's side of the bus fell off.  The driver tried to fix it, but ultimately couldn't see and had to stop at the park and ride at Sheridan and 36, just a few miles outside of Boulder.  We all had to wait for the next bus.  During that time I had the thought that it was raining a bunch.  And had been doing so for most of the afternoon.  Little did I know this was just the beginning.  As I was boarding my plane that evening to fly to Zurich, things would just be starting to get bad in Boulder.  On Thursday, as I was landing in Zurich, Lyons would be completely flooded.  This unfortunately is where Swiggy and Laura, friends of mine, live.  And where Brisco was staying while I was out of town.  As I was heading to Lauterbrunnen on Friday, Brisco was being evacuated by the National Guard.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=faSTFKMHmXs
Check out who is unloaded from the trucks at 0:38 into this clip.

It would be weird seeing pictures of Boulder on the front pages of Swiss papers the next few days.

On my end, the trip was relatively smooth.  The only oddity was when I arrived in Zurich.  The concourses were oddly dark.  As I approached customs I realized there was a power outage in the airport.  Didn't expect to have a glitch like that occur while in Switzerland.  The custom agents also didn't seem to expect this to occur as they were all a bit befuddled.  But power was restored quickly and  I cruised thru customs, got my bag, got on a train, and shortly was in Alt Stadt Zurich.

Found Riley and Fio, had a beer, went out for dinner, then a few more drinks.

Strange challenge at a bar in old town Zurich.

Climb thru the rafters to win the challenge.

Your prize : Drinking a glass of wine (of sorts) upside down.

After Thursday evening's shenanigans, finally got to Fio's place.  Night one, didn't sleep well at all.  Slept for about 3 hours then was up the rest of the night.  This would be a trend.

On Friday morning, got out and did light jog to try to get body onto right time.  Then picked up our ride for the weekend.

Good thing it was a convertible, otherwise 3 guys and luggage would not fit in a Mini.

This might not have been the most practical choice of transportation, but it was fun.  Time to head to Lauterbrunnen.

Stopped in Breinz for lunch along the lakefront before heading on to Lauterbrunnen.

Lunch, lakeside.

Arrived at our chalet where we would be staying for the next few days in Lauterbrunnen.  It had fantastic views of Staubbachfall and the valley.

Our abode for the next few days in Lauterbrunnen.  Had 3rd floor apartment.

Views of the valley from the balcony.

Staubbachfall

The crew was ready for next day's challenge.

The gang.

Night two, didn't sleep well again.  Slept about 3 hours before being wide awake again.  Tried not to toss and turn to much.  Did finally fall back asleep and get about another hour of sleep before alarm went off Saturday morning.  Race day!

The weather forecast was iffy.  The forecast had called for rain on Saturday.  It was a bit overcast when I awoke but didn't seem to bad.  Just kept fingers crossed.  After breakfast, we were out the door.  A 10 minute walk got us to the train station.  Then it was a 15-20 minute ride to Interlaken.

Riley and Fio on train to start.

I am confident.  And completely naive.

Arriving in Interlaken the weather looked promising.  It was cool, probably 50 degrees, a little cloudy, but looked like it was going to be a good day.

Good day to race!

I felt good and the atmosphere was fantastic.  Having run a lot of trail races the last few years, I had forgotten the energy levels that surround the start of a big road race.  The Jungfrau Marathon has about 4500 runners.   With that many runners, their supporters and the general population of Interlaken all out on the streets, it was quite a scene.

START

So the start was like a major road race.  Thousands of people cheering.  There  was fireworks or a cannon going off.  The race does a 2 mile loop of Interlaken before coming back thru the start area.  It was hard to not go to fast with all the people cheering.  I did feel like I got into a relaxed pace quickly and just soaked in everything.  Somewhere in the 2nd mile I passed Riley and slowly pulled away.  My first miles were a little quick.  (or so I thought at the time). I was planning to run 6:52 pace the first half marathon.  My primary goal for the race was to run sub 4 hours.  My secondary goal was to try to get near Melody Fairchild's time of 3:45 which she had run hear in 2012.  At that time she was my housemate, so I had fair idea of what shape she was in when she ran that and I felt I was at a similar level.  That meant running the first half in roughly 1:30 and then the second half in 2:15.

I was sure those first two miles were closer to 6:40.  But I was able to get back around 6:50 after those early miles.  Looking at my splits after the race, my chip split at 3km was 13:28.  I'm not sure I believe that.

After leaving Interlaken, we entered the next town of Bonigen.  What would be seen over and over in each town was first really noticed in Bonigen.  Guys were ringing huge cow bells.  These were the size of basketballs.  They were strapped to a belt around their waist and they rang them as if they were twirling a hula hoop.  Then there was an oompah band.  And all the residents out on the streets encouraging everyone to "hopp".    I heard that all day.  "hopp, hopp, hopp"  Literal translation would be chop-chop.  It's really just yelling go, go.

After leaving Bonigen, entered the Swiss countryside and began to wind up the valley to Lauterbrunnen.  During this stretch, I thought I heard more cannon fire.  Off in the distance I saw what appeared to be targets that you would expect at a shooting range.  The noise continued.  I'm not sure how to describe it, but it didn't sound like normal gun fire, but that's what it was followed by a metal twang as a bullet hit the targets.  I soon approached the gun club/shooting range building and realized the targets had to be a quarter mile away.  I don't what these guys were shooting.  A few of them were outside the building cheering on the runners.  "Hopp, hopp"  It was crazy.  It sounded like what I imagine a small missile would sound like being fired.

Leaving the gun club behind, we entered Wilderswil.   More cowbells, more oompah bands, more people yelling "Hopp, hopp"

I was feeling very good and comfortable.  Holding steady at my 6:50ish pace.  This was the 10k checkpoint.  My split was 42:36.  That is exactly 6:52 pace.  All was good.  (I was 234 overall male at 10K)

The first slight uphill was shortly after 10k.  Around 13k was the first gravel road.  At this point, it was all asphalt.  The next few miles were thru wooded terrain along the river and train tracks.  My 10 to 15k split was 22:17.  That would be 7:11 pace.  (I picked up a few spots to 201st male overall)  Somehow, I didn't register this slight slow down here.  But still felt okay and comfortable.  The small town of Zweilutschinen at 15K would be the last town for a awhile.

The next 4 miles until Lauterbrunnen were pretty much all on trail or gravel road.  It was around this point I began to feel a bit off.   My legs were feeling just a bit heavy.  I tried to relax the pace a little bit as I knew I had a long way to go.  Entering Lauterbrunnen was quite amazing.  There were hundreds of people cheering us.   I was a bit surprised at this point to also see Riley.  He had caught up with me.  We went thru the halfway point in 1:35:16.  That would be 7:16 pace for 13.1 miles.  (I was now in 234th male overall).  As Riley caught me, I told him I wasn't feeling it.  The last mile before town I began to struggle just a bit with my form.  My legs didn't seem very peppy.  I knew I wasn't going to break 4 hours.  I don't know if it was the travel and not getting sleep, but I wasn't 100%.   I would still run hard, but I didn't have any illusions of running a great race.  I would now try to really enjoy everything and not worry too much about time.

The next 4k went out of Lauterbrunnen, up the valley a bit, then back to Lauterbrunnen.  The sheer vertical of the valley walls is ridiculous.  The walls rise 2000 vertical feet straight up from the valley floor.  And the valley is only 1/2 mile across.  It is a breathtaking spot.  Riley pulled away easily.  I couldn't respond.  My form didn't feel relaxed anymore.

As I re-entered Lauterbrunnen, my split from 21.1km to 25.6 was 20:51.  That's 7:28 pace that last 2.75 miles.  My legs were feeling way to heavy than I had planned before the climb started.  I think I underestimated how much all the running on the asphalt would take out of my legs.  And even though I had done a number of really long runs, I hadn't done many 15 miles runs at 7 to 7:15 pace.  Most of my long runs were in the mountains at much slower pace. So 13 miles mostly on road, mostly flat, at 7:15 pace took more out of my legs than I thought would happen.  And so there was a part of me that actually was looking forward to climbing.  Climbing is what I had been doing all summer. Maybe the climb would rejuvenate me.

From the start to the 16 mile point, we had gained 480 vertical feet.  At the 16 mile point the real climbing began.  The initial climb would go from Lauterbrunnen to Wengen.

The climb to Wengen is hard.  Very hard.  In a mile, the climb gains nearly 1100 vertical feet.  The switchbacks are very short.  It is basically straight up.   The climb destroyed me.  Halfway thru it, I was no longer thinking this was better than the fast running on flats.  By the time I entered Wengen I knew the rest of the race was about survival.  My split from 25.6km to 30.2km was 41:29.  I had dropped to 332nd male overall.  I had the 744 fastest split from 25.6 to 30.2.  Considering all my previous splits were around 200th fastest, it shows how much I slowed.  People were streaming past me now.

Running thru Wengen.  Hurting.  And I got 8 miles to go.

But even though I was really starting to struggle, Wengen was amazing.  The crowds were 3 or 4 deep on both sides of the road.  And they were all out in the road, leaving just a small path down the middle. It was just like the European experience in a bike race.   "Hopp, hopp."

Crowds in Wengen were fantastic.

 That really helped me to recover from that climb and pushed me along a few miles.  After leaving Wengen, we pretty much wouldn't pass thru anymore villages.  It would be the last of the asphalt.  Now it was trails thru the upper forest and then eventually above treeline.   The climbing became relatively more gentle.  From 17 to 23 miles, we "only" gained 800 vertical feet.  But I was trudging along.  There were actually still a fair amount of folks in pockets along the course.  "Hopp, hopp," they went.  And another oompah band.  I was now drinking coke and bullion at the aid stations.  I was still running, but it was a shuffle.

My split from 30.2km to 37.9km was 1:11:49.  The 1181st fastest split.  I was now 510th male overall. That's 15 min per mile pace over  5 miles with a relatively small gradient (130 vert ft per mile).  Not exactly crushing it.

At 23 miles, the course is now all above treeline.  Up until this point the trail was very wide and really well maintained.  Smooth gravel.  Now the trail headed straight up and thru a cow pasture.  It became single track and some places non-existent.  Looking up, the north face of the Eiger towered over everything.  And looking very small in comparison, a line of people snaked upwards.

Alpine horns.  Glaciers.  North face of the Eiger.  No race can compare.

The alpine horns were really cool, but a bit too melodic for me at this point.  I could have used them early in the race to slow me down.  Here, it sounded like I was attending my funeral.  I needed an oompah band.  Something upbeat.  Still, in what other race do you get to experience this?

This was now all power hiking, if you can call it that.  From 23 to 24 miles, the course climbs 1500 vertical feet.

The last few miles are a slow crawl.

I was done.  I was trying to not slow down the line and get out of the way when I could, but still felt like I was getting in people's way.  I did put on a smile for the cameras.

Smile for the camera.  This is fun.

This seriously is the scenery.  I have not been photoshopped into this picture.

From 24 to 25 miles, the course climbs an additional 800 vertical feet.  It was really mentally crushing to keep looking up and seeing this line of people going on and on with no end in sight.  Still there were a scattering of folks along the trail cheering us on.  "Hopp, hopp."

The last part of the climb.

From 25 to 25.5 miles another 300 vertical feet are gained.  At the top of this climb a single bagpiper played.  Now I definitely felt like I was attending my funeral.  The last hour had felt like a death march.

But now it was downhill to the finish.  I initially couldn't get my legs to run again.  They agreed to shuffle a bit as we passed the small lake near the finish.

But as I got to the downhill after the lake, they began to turn over.  Now I just was trying to stay upright and have a strong finish.

Simply the Best

It seemed like ages ago when we were all together back at the chalet in Lauterbrunnen having breakfast wondering what the day would hold for us.  Fio, of course, was playing Springsteen as motivational music.  Then he put on Tina Turner's "Simply the Best."  I have no idea the last time I had heard that song.  And it definitely is not the first thing I think of when putting together a motivational play list.  But since she currently lives in Switzerland and recently had gotten married here (I did see the shop in Zurich that wouldn't show Oprah a handbag when she was in town for Tina's wedding), I suppose it was appropriate.  Imagine my surprise as I am coming into the finish and "Simply the Best" is blasting over the loudspeakers.  The song I hadn't heard in years and now I heard it twice in a day.  It put a smile on my face as I crossed the finish line.  Oddly it seemed perfectly appropriate.

My time : 4:37:46.  It took me 48:18 to cover the last 4.3km.  1187 people would run faster than me in that last split.  Finished 592nd male overall.  It wasn't what I had planned but it didn't matter too much.  It was one of the hardest races I have ever run and I was happy to finish the challenge.  And it was an amazing experience overall.

Post Race Smiles.  That was hard!

There can't be many finish lines with this view.

After finishing and finding everyone, it was time for a beer.

Beer and Coke.  Recommended post race re-hydration.

The gang at the top.  

Will I be back?  Not anytime soon.  But I could see myself returning.  There is a bit of unfinished business to take care of.  I know I hadn't fully adjusted from the travel.  The night after the race, when i should have been exhausted I still didn't sleep well.  I really wouldn't get in a good night of sleep until Monday night.  When I raced Berlin Marathon in 2005,  I got in 3 days before, not 2, and had adjusted my schedule back in the States, running at 4am in the morning to start to make up for the 8 hour time difference.  This time, I didn't have the ability to get in 3 days before or do 4am runs.   Riley and Fio had great races and I finished, so it was a good day.  And the whole trip was fantastic.  More on that to follow.

For full set of pictures from pre-race day and race-day click on pic below :

Pre-Race and Race Day - Jungfrau Marathon