It was shortly before 6 a.m. on Sunday when I quietly left the house and made the hour drive to Hundseck, near Bühlertal, Germany in the Black Forest. My objective was to break my course record, and perhaps even set a new personal best, at the Hornisgrinde Marathon.
The air was cool (9°C/48°F) and fresh when I arrived at Hundseck, a ski resort in the winter and a hiking paradise in the summer. As I parked my car and walked the 50 feet to pick up my start number, I paused and looked out over the valley - it had rained earlier and a mist was rising from the forest beds below. I have run both the half-marathon and marathon twice in the past and was well aware of the beauty of the area, as well as the challenge I was up against - this is not a marathon for someone with weak knees or a weak will.
I picked up my start number and sat and drank a cup of coffee in the festival tent near the start. As I waited, it started to rain...I quietly hoped that it would subside before the start of the race. I chatted with an older gentleman (69) that I have often seen at races in the area, he said he was running his 231st marathon that morning, and hoped to finish under 4 hours!
Inspired, I took my place at the starting line shortly before the 8:15 a.m. start. After a few minutes the starting pistol went off and I advanced forward with the approx. 270 marathon runners. We headed over the parking lot, passing by the fest tent, and onto a dirt & gravel logging trail.

The first few miles of this trail are pretty much downhill, but the trail was narrow and the runners were bunched together for the first 5-10 minutes.

Eventually the group started breaking up as the fast runners left us and the slower fell behind. Soon I was able to pick up the tempo to my desired pace, around 5:15/km (8:30/mi.).
I ran on pausing briefly at the 5 km aid station to test the sports drink, it tasted good, I would be able to use it during the course of the race. The course continued, flattening out, and then some more downhill. The air was cool and fresh from the earlier rainfall, occasionally I caught a glimpse of the foggy mist that was hanging over sections of the valley towards France - this really is a beautiful course, that's why I keep coming back.

I passed the 10 km point in 52:34, right on pace and feeling strong. The course continued gradually downhill, then level, then down some more. I drank at every aid station, usually mixing a half cup of water with a half cup of isotonic sports drink. I passed by the half-marathon point in 1:51:02, still right on pace, and still feeling good. I knew that if I could hold the pace I would have a good race, but I also knew the tough part was ahead.
Shortly after the halfway point the trail took the first climb of the day to Wegscheide (translated: fork in the road), it wasn't too steep so I was able to continue to run, albeit slower.

After a kilometer or two the trail started going down again until we reached the Stausee, a lake seemingly hidden in the middle of the forest.

Here began a roughly 15 minute out and back along one shore of the lake, pretty, but I personally don't care for out and back's.
I retraced my steps on the out and back and headed off on another trail that I knew would be heading upwards shortly. I wasn't disappointed, after around the 27 km (17 mi.) mark the trail started heading upward, and more or less continued to do so until the finish line!
I chugged along up a seemingly endless uphill climb, runnable, but taxing. I eventually passed the 32 km (20 mi.) mark, in 2:51:02. With 10 km to go I knew I still had a chance of breaking my 3:57:14 personal marathon best, I put the blinders on and pushed on - the hardest was yet to come.

The trail leveled slightly and I managed a couple more kilometers near my starting pace, but after 36 km (22 mi.), the trail began an uphill climb that would indeed continue until the finish line. My quads were burning by this time, but I kept the pace up as best I could. After 5-10 minutes of climbing my Garmin was telling the story, my pace was dropping off and I couldn't seem to get my legs moving again.
I struggled to keep the pace going, to at least not slow down any further - I could still shave a couple minutes off my personal best if I kept moving. I knew from previous years that the last 1200 meters was up the side of a ski slope, a quad-buster to say the least. When this stretch didn't appear at around 41 km (25.5 miles), I quickly realized that my Garmin was not showing the correct distance, it was at least a kilometer to far ahead - this spurred me on faster for a few hundred meters, I would be hard pressed for that personal best now...
I finally reached the asphalt road at the bottom of the hill that I had been dreading, and I only had four minutes to get to the finish line (1200 meters) if I wanted that PB - I knew there was no way, not with the climb that I had before me - not even if it was downhill for that matter.

Disappointed I climbed up the hill as best I could, maybe I could still break 4 hours. I passed several runners who stopped to walk - it was that steep, but I kept moving. My breathing was redlining, my quads burned, the hill didn't end. I hummed my favorite hill climb song (Stranglehold - Ted Nugent) and kept plowing forward. Finally I passed the clubhouse where the showers were and could see the last turn up ahead, about 300 meters until the finish line.
I reached the turn and scrambled up the steep bank that would bring me by the ski lift and the finish line.

I did my best to "sprint" the last 50 meters to the finish line, but it was almost laughable...I was just so glad to be done! I collected my race T-Shirt and walked it out, my quads were throbbing - the muscles were twitching. I finished in 4:00:25, three minutes shy of a personal best, a half minute shy of a sub-4:00, but 14 minutes faster than my previous best time for this course (2007).
I'm totally satisfied with the way I ran the race, I was much stronger than I was in previous years, despite doing only a third of the normal hill training compared to previous years. Next year I may spend some more time running my hilly route, the last climb of the race got the best of me, maybe next year I can take it back!