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@wgharris
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| Tindahlaup Mosfellsbaejar | 12K | Mosfellsbaejar, Iceland | Aug 29, 2020 |
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Tindahlaup Mosfellsbaejar
A unique Trailrace
Tindahlaup Mosfellsbaejar
I like to do a race when I travel and found this one. My wife (not a big runner) and I signed up for this back in 2017 I think. … MORE
I like to do a race when I travel and found this one. My wife (not a big runner) and I signed up for this back in 2017 I think. Doing so online was somewhat difficult as there are no instructions in English, but by using google translate I was able to decipher how to get in, and with a couple emails, it was taken care of.
As stated above – my wife isn’t a big runner but had FOMO, so we opted for the shortest distance (which in hindsight was probably a good idea so we didn’t get too sore while on vacation). Race day was cold and wet with showers. I was one of the only people at the starting line wearing shorts and no hat or gloves. They pre-race briefing was done in Icelandic and English which was helpful, and the other entrants were also helpful, translating along while he was speaking in Icelandic, although that proved unnecessary.
You head off out of town on a sidewalk/greenway, through a couple neighborhoods and then you see the beast you’re going to climb. We were quickly shuttled to the back of the pack once the climbing started as they was muddy footing and a slope that made it more of a scramble than a walk/run up. Gradually the slope decreases but I think we had four or so false summits and each one crushed my wife’s spirits a little more.
When we finally got to the peak (man it was cold) the attendants looked us over and decided we would survive and pointed us off the back side of the mountain where it was a scramble down the rubble and as mentioned, hunt for the red flags. A couple ditch crossings, then you’re back on roads and returning to town. The aid station had closed up shop by the time we got there (and we were admittedly very slow, but no time cutoffs were presented – but that being said we were able to finish and get a time).
I enjoyed the event. My wife got spooked from the terrain and high winds. On a nice day (do you get those in Iceland in September?) it would’ve been fabulous. If we were to return, I’d do it again, and she’d probably go shopping and wait for me and we’d both likely have a better time.