I’m hiking towards the top of a mountain, sun is setting, and I need to find a place to launch. Flying curfew is upon me, but I need the extra kilometers to keep up with this tenacious and uber-competitive group of experienced pilots. “Push, push, push” I say to myself while I ingest yet another energy gel. Go, go go...faster! Then I wake up…
It’s been more than a week since the race has finished and I still dream about finding places to launch from to fly as far as possible. My body might be in America, but my mind is still somewhere deep in the majestic Pyrenees.
It has been an amazing experience, so I now feel a bit empty without it:
I miss feeling I gave everything I had during the day, even though at night I could barely move.
I miss watching the live-tracking and smiling nervously while watching how the other teams were still pushing hard to either get ahead of us, or to try to catch up with us.
I miss the sight of my supporter (Hector Martin) with a stone cold Coke in his hand after a long walk under the scorching sun.
I miss the camaraderie between competitors which comes from mutual respect. I know how much the others are hurting, but no one quits. Warriors from all around the world with one goal in mind.
In the end, the personal bonds made while we were at our most vulnerable, fighting against fatigue and pain, will never be broken as far as I’m concerned. To all who participated, you have my utmost respect and admiration. It has been an honor to race among you.
Lastly, huge thanks to the organization for the yet another successful X-Pyr event. Without your passion and dedication many of us wouldn’t even know how impressive and beautiful the Pyrenees really are.
Farewell. I hope our paths cross again soon!