As everything in life, fate had a strong hand in bringing us
and this project together.
Holly strikes a pose, as Tom reaches the Terri hut |
But after only about 10km Timon slipped and fell hard on
some wet rocks along the river. He was bleeding heavily from a gash under his
chin, at least one tooth was chipped, his tongue began to swell and a headache started
to set in. We quickly sorted through out first aid supplies and patched him up
as well as we could, but it was clear that we needed to get him to a hospital
as quickly as possible.
So it was decided that Tom would run as fast as possible back to the start and get my car and drive up the mountain as far as he could while I would jog/walk with Timon along another trail that led down to the nearest access road. This took a while but Timon was in good spirits. Thus, after a thorough examination and a few stitches at the nearest hospital, Timon got on the next train back to Zürich.
But then I found myself with no place to stay and 4 hours
from home at 7pm on a Friday night. Humph. So Tom invited me to stay with him
and his family in their vacation home that night, with plans to go for a trail
run up to the Greina plateau the next morning. All would not be lost! Needless
to say, the weekend turned out to be a great time and we decided to stay in
touch.
The next time we saw each other was several months later,
again in Switzerland, where we both took part in the back-to-back races of the
Transruinaulta (42.2 km, 1800 m elevation) on Saturday and the Transviamala
(19km, 850 m elevation) on Sunday. Again, a weekend out of a fairy tale…I was
falling in love with the Swiss Alps!
Entertainment along the route of the Transruinaulta |
A week or so later Tom contacted me and asked me to join him in his endeavor to launch a charity project. He knew from our conversations that, in addition to also being a running addict, I was moved by the plight of the refugees in Europe and thought I’d complement his project perfectly. He was right.
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