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.
from Health & wellbeing | The Guardian http://ift.tt/1hDUdO8
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