The Start Line

We ventured into the woods and mountains for the Magoebas Ultra Trail Race 2026, tackling the 30km distance—a first for me. I didn’t fully know how rough this race would be, but I was determined to push my limits. 

The morning was slightly cloudy, with a cool breeze at the start line promising comfort. Within the first kilometer, though, the humidity set in—and so did the steep uphill that felt endless. The race’s total elevation gain was 1662m, a true test of endurance.

Into the Forest

We transitioned from pine plantations into indigenous forests, where moss covered rocks and trees, streams converged into rivers, waterfalls roared, and birdsong filled the misty air. 

After what felt like forever, the downhill arrived—muddy, slippery, technical, but a relief nonetheless. This race constantly asked: “Why did you enter?” and yet whispered: “Do it again.”

Running Apart, Yet Together

At 7km, my husband Sean suffered a minor injury. I went ahead to keep my pace, but we kept calling each other along the way—checking in, encouraging, reminding ourselves that love endures even when the trail splits. 

At 22km, Sean’s words carried me forward: “You are doing so well and I am proud of you. Keep going.” 

The Finish Line

Despite sore legs from a near fall, I pushed through the final 8km. Crossing the finish line, I was greeted with cheers, a non-alcoholic Devil’s Peak beer, water, and a finisher’s medal—another for the collection. 

My goals were clear: 

– Top 100 athletes would be great. 
– Top 80 even better. 
– Top 60 would be a win. 

I finished 62nd out of 210 athletes in 5 hours 25 minutes. Sean finished 137th in 6 hours 45 minutes. Proud doesn’t begin to describe how I felt.

Recovery & Celebration

We soaked in the ice baths with 0.0% Corona, listening to cheers for other finishers.

Back at the lodge, we showered, changed, and enjoyed a splendid dinner with international courses: 

– South African: Bobotie with rice, Sosaties 
– German: Bratwurst rolls with sauerkraut, Pork stew with dumplings 
– Indian: Butter chicken rotis, Mini bunny chows, Beef kebabs with tzatziki 
– Asian: Beef stir fry with noodles 

We managed three courses before exhaustion won. Sitting outside under the stars, we reflected on the race, the views, and the experience.

The Morning After

Breakfast at the trail venue was a feast—coffee, juice, fruit platters, cheese, muesli, breads, bacon, sausages, scrambled eggs, and muffins. With full tummies and stiff legs, we began the long road home, filled with gratitude and achievement.

Looking Ahead: POV 2027

The mountains aren’t done with me yet. Next year, I’ll return for the 45km—ready to listen again to the forest’s challenge, and to write another chapter in this journey of resilience, love, and adventure.