A little off topic but spent a long weekend in Bovec, Slovenia this weekend just gone with a bunch of guys for a friend of a friend's 40th. No running but plenty of exercise with kayaking on the Friday and canyoning (basically jumping, sliding, abseiling and being lowered on ropes down a 180 metre water descent) and a monster scooter race on the Saturday. Those who know me will be amazed to know I survived, though with kayaking it was a case of "only just" . Then on the Sunday we got a cable car 2000 metres up a mountain and walked up to the summit from there and down to the Italian border. Brooks trainers are not the weapon of choice for a scree scramble that high up, let me tell you. The four more adventurous of my friends then embarked on a 14 mile hike round the side of another mountain and down fairly perilous terrain back to the village. The remaining 6 sensible ones climbed back to the summit, had a coffee at the summit restaurant where the locals were walking dogs and small children (!) and got the cable car halfway down for an easier 10k walk. Still totally buggerd my quads and I have DOMS today after walking to a fort yesterday morning before our flight.
Anyway, the point of positng here was also that Saturday saw the running of the Bovec Marathon. Obviously we were otherwise enganged but I cannot imagine a more beautiful course, constantly under the hug of the Julian Alps and regularly crossing the Soca River. It must have been one tough mother as it was 27c in the shade (of which there was none) and, though much was in the valley, there was obviously some elevation involved.
Afterwards there is a huge kids mini mile with the adults running to "encourage" them and then the whole town has a massive festival, eating streetfood, dancing to accordian music (including the Birdie Song) and getting as wasted as it's possible to get. Anyone who has helped out in any way. including the staff at the Thunder River craft beer bar where we were stationed, gets a luminous green "Bovec Maraton" t-shirt.
The winner of the whole marathon was on the table behind us in the craft beer place. He won in 2hrs 52 (some idea of the standard and brutality) and won a trophy and a comedy black sheep (photo below - also a snap of what a mountain summit border looks like in 27 degree heat when you have a hangover and have been dancing to accordian music the night before). The guy in the orange t-shirt is not the winner - the beer and fags belong to him.
Anyway, the point of positng here was also that Saturday saw the running of the Bovec Marathon. Obviously we were otherwise enganged but I cannot imagine a more beautiful course, constantly under the hug of the Julian Alps and regularly crossing the Soca River. It must have been one tough mother as it was 27c in the shade (of which there was none) and, though much was in the valley, there was obviously some elevation involved.
Afterwards there is a huge kids mini mile with the adults running to "encourage" them and then the whole town has a massive festival, eating streetfood, dancing to accordian music (including the Birdie Song) and getting as wasted as it's possible to get. Anyone who has helped out in any way. including the staff at the Thunder River craft beer bar where we were stationed, gets a luminous green "Bovec Maraton" t-shirt.
The winner of the whole marathon was on the table behind us in the craft beer place. He won in 2hrs 52 (some idea of the standard and brutality) and won a trophy and a comedy black sheep (photo below - also a snap of what a mountain summit border looks like in 27 degree heat when you have a hangover and have been dancing to accordian music the night before). The guy in the orange t-shirt is not the winner - the beer and fags belong to him.
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