Sart Tilman, mon amour

The London experience has given a nice shake to my schedule. I really enjoyed running in the city even though the pavement was not my favourite and it is actually pretty dangerous for ligaments and tendons.

The first day back in Belgium has been quite a shock since I woke up this morning. In fact I couldn't even lace my shoes due to a terrible ache on my back. It should have been due to carrying quite a heavy backpack around London city on a Brompton. 

Anyway, meeting my colleague and running mate Francois made me forget of that (not completely true since I treated it with some arnica gel). After some hours of working in our offices I got the email I was waiting for.

It was as simple as air, as sweet as honey, as direct as a rocket. It said "we run now!" 

Only 5 minutes later we were both in our running clothes, excited to go into the forest of Sart Tilman. Since the last few months this is were I belong.

The course is tough. So tough that it makes running in London city look like walking the spoiled dog of the Queen.

Not for us. 

1h05min run with an elevation gain of 280 meters.

Not bad as a welcome back.

Sart Tilman. I just love it.