Wacko 2010 - Jerome Ladune

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30 June 2010

Written by Jérôme Ladune

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The Wacko starts or when the ultra
This is the first time I wanted to write a CR for a race and so it is an ultra luck!

To locate the race, we must connect Barneville-Carteret Jobourg the coastal footpath in the Hague, 63 km and a vertical drop unannounced (1360 m below SportTracks afterwards). The program is attractive by the beauty of the landscape (despite the two atomic warts) and the diversity of terrain encountered: highway, road, beach, dunes, cliffs sides ...
I arrived that morning to take the bib and chip my first ultra. I am relaxed and calm, much more than my last marathon, the goal is to learn and enjoy this first, both for myself and for the organization. A good scare to start anyway, I asked a guy who has a clamp off the end of colson that transcends and he used it to cut the lace ... I can easily tweak the rest but in those moments, we say that everything of importance. On departure, the atmosphere is relaxed and I found many people: two uncles who think this is the first experiment Trail, a friend of the forum normandiecourseapied.com (NCAP with us!), A buddy club with whom I start the race, many of Coutances jogging corpo ...
A briefing was meant and not the departure was given earlier, under the sun and heat with a nice already (yes it exists among us!). A small portion of the road to spread the herd and they rushed into a haven and then pass the harbor, where yachts huge spread, it would be good over a beer after the race.

Finally reached the 1st coastal paths. Legend has it that wild goats with long hair on this portion of the cliff. There is a herd being trotted ahead of me but some have even shaved their legs ...
Alternating paths, roads where everyone trots briskly and where I met my girlfriend for a few hundred meters, it serves to warm up to 24 km .. Then the first refueling very warm and filled, but may not be well suited. Indeed, that's sweet and acid, and passing in the middle of the pack, I see the shelves still full. A chat with the volunteers on these ravitos (very well distributed!), They admit it will be to review and it hurts the heart to say that all this will go in the trash ..
They then chained to alternating paths, roads and especially long stretches of beach with a head wind force 4. At this time, no physical warning but I'm tired of running. I'm still in the 10 km / h and I want to face the difficulties, those alternating walking and running. Still, it's nice to feel like a runner trans'aq, everything gets mixed up in this part, the sound of waves, the smell of sea spray, light yet sweet.

Arrive granite Flamanville to "climb * *" with passage in pretty little villages, but also next to this disgusting Atomic Appendix. At this time, we also see the nose of Jobourg, instantly, I am told it is really far from where we are and the next second I got there before the end of the day. A feeling that I had not had since the GR20 in Corsica ... A final passage in the sand and then crossed bustling Arch departure of half-barjo.
In my observation of the pre-race course, I told myself that the first 40 km race with a more consistent nature then it was moving on a real big for the 24 km trail following. Indeed, this first portion was rather good at 9.5 km / h in average (400 m altitude) and after that lapse. A huge blow soft, I trotted hard, I'm all alone. I do not know if it's a mismanagement of supplies, an apprehension of the difficulty coming or never having raced much but it's brutal. However, I am not particularly annoyed, I went to learn on my first event like this and I figure that even walking along, I stay on schedule. Then I go out to enjoy the MP3 now touring and in fact, it motivates me to trot, trot, but very slowly. And then things are okay, the albums are sorted alphabetically and as I began by Garbage, Gnarls Barkley on this chained and Gorillaz, as gods!
Unfortunately in a relatively steep descent after the dunes Biville, I feel an enormous pain in his left knee. I stop, I'm leaving but it does not pass. I took the decision to swallow an anti-inflammatory drags in my bag. I do not know if it's more mind or spirit trail doping, but I really want to finish this trail. It is not like me, not a desire to justify myself but also the first time I took an anti-inflammatory and I fear especially the digestion of the stamp. And I do not feel pain while walking, again, that's enough to finish. At this time, I meet a guy in the opposite direction cheering. I asked him if he has already finished and I said no, he waits a buddy to encourage. Here begins a discussion probably surreal for my temporary companion:
Me: "* well, because we all *"
him: "* Why? *"
Me: "* because it's me who needs support now *"
him: "* agree *" and he plays the game for a few hundred yards when I told him 'thank you *, * I feel better. I see it tomorrow turn to his buddy and I agree with the last ravito trot. Happiness, it has the right to coca!
It is the 53rd km magically disappear misfortunes. The pharmaceutical magic, magic digestive cola, the happiness of being in the sea, to know about the end, or a slump like I read so often in the CR of such events? I do not know but I can run, so I take advantage. Running is a big word, I trotted to 9 km / h, any gear I run my knee but this limit also allows me to save me and run even in small ribs. A flat for a group of bikers who have decided to take the same paths as the trail. Volunteers report them and call the organization when they are being sent stroll. The Badgers come full ball behind us and move downhill like turtles, in their machine-mounted push ...
For my part, I always feel good and happy to run, I even wonder vanity (but nicely) some riders to pass me. But there comes a series of steps that must be the gate of hell. Here, I really suffered the last few kilometers and sinuous, arid and slippery. It is truly the cliffs at enchainer brutal climbs and descents, technical and slippery. It's hard, I'm slow, it never sees the arrival and the heat rises from the trail dust.

Then almost suddenly, the arrival approach, my family waiting for me, I take my kid on his shoulders but still reported a few hundred yards and I'm having trouble making it in these conditions. Well, anyway, he must learn to trailer one day! The finish line approaches, I type in the hands of all those I recognize, they'll reach out to please me.
I did, I got what I was dreaming and 8:11, 1 hour less than I expected.

Well the finish is a little less bucolic, I pay a beer to celebrate (we make the bond of the chip just before going to the bar, and malignant) but it does not. And then there's always sweet to ravito. Well finally, this spring has returned and where the return journey will be setting right in front of me.

A report on this extraordinary experience:
- The organizers, volunteers and photographers NCAP were brilliant and very well run for a first organization.
- I learned much more than asking me for days. I have not touched for example my gels but only my bars. Something told me about Manual (which sometimes drags here) and I could verify. Similarly, the next time I need a t-shirt with a collar and history to avoid overheating the little I had my fair skin and pale crame immediately.
- Some aspects of the trail does not come home. I saw an amazing number of cups in nature, especially when you have a bag on his back where you can drag. The solution would be to impose the cup in the bag. And speaking of bags, some could not have the required equipment in their own. Is it serious? I do not know but there was a settlement. Worse, I see two runners in the small barjo (last 12 km of our race) pass through a forbidden passage (a large fence) because of a potential collapse of the cliff to pass a third ... That may be inflated by a guy who took a pill during the race but I had checked before the race that it was not a dope and I was potentially evil to me, not the nature or the other racers.

Come on, a killer at all, competitors and organizers, and cares if the writing, I kept the file GPX.

Photos: again and again normandiecourseapied.com