The six-day Trans Atlas Marathon starts a few hours’ drive from the chaotic hustle of Marrakech, yet soon crosses vast alpine plains ringed by jagged ice-capped peaks and passes through ancient mud-brick Berber villages lost in time
Samir Akhdar skims over loose rocks and scree, his feet barely touching the ground. Running behind him is like watching a dancer: his arms and upper body making instant, almost imperceptible adjustments.
I only ever witnessed a few moments of this early each morning before Samir and the other local runners competing to win the six-day Trans Atlas Marathon were out of sight. They may have made it look easy, but my own laboured style – all bulk and brawn, sunburn and sweat – soon revealed the true harshness and technical difficulty of the terrain.
Samir and the other local runners competing to win the race made the harsh mountain terrain look easy
We descended past rapids raging with meltwater and enjoyed moments of cool shade in the narrow alleys of mud villages
Like reaching the last chapter of a good book, I didn’t want the race to finish
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