Words: Claire Maxted
Cinnamon buns galore at every checkpoint, pink granite coastline routes beside blue seas, and enchantingly runnable forest paths. Surely this is the best way to see Sweden? I was back for this three-day race in Bohuslän, in the south-west, after my competitive side got away with me last year and I mistakenly plunged a leg into a deep drainage ditch, leading to stitches, a missed day and a limped final day’s walk.
This year I had unfinished business with the Icebug Xperience, but once again the odds were against me and a boring, long-term plantar fasciitis injury saw me walk/jogging the race and cheering on my running friends as they hammered sweatily past, eyes fiercely concentrated on the sharp, rocky paths. However, this slower pace gave me a chance to actually take in the truly jaw-dropping Swedish scenery, especially the second day: sun-drenched beaches; crystal-clear blue sea; sparkling pink granite rocks, and did I mention the cinnamon buns?
The atmosphere at Ramsvik holiday village was fun, friendly and food-filled. The buffet each evening was often organic, local, allergy- and special-diet-friendly, and very plentiful. After each race my injured foot benefited from us boiling in the free sauna then hurling ourselves, screaming, into the head-clearing sea. One evening there was a fascinating talk by Icebug Ambassador Markus Torgeby, who has just written a book about how he hermited himself away for four years in a self-made hut in the freezing forests of Jämtland. The following day we cheered as he tore past us. Perhaps hermitism should be on my next training plan...