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Love for Limburg: looking back on 6 marathons, day 6

From the 1st to the 6th of april I ran 6 marathons through Limburg. A retrospective on a marathon a day.

Day 6: Maastricht – Vaals. Breakfast and searching for bars in the supermarket. At the coffee machine I started to talk with another worshipper of coffee. Coffee is good. We exchange thoughts about running and energy. I wish him an energetic day, he wishes me good luck. From a beautiful flower shop I depart.
At Maastricht Station a few students are dancing. Just because. I carry that feeling with me. Kilometers I am in an endless feeling of wanderlust. Just keep going.
The bemelerberg appears. This time there is a cycling race. Accompanied by a few cyclists I keep up the pace. I make conversation with a supporter on the side of the road. Apparently there a big amateur cycling race going: Volta classic. Surprised he asks me what I’m doing here and we ponder about love for cycling and cycling heroes. The boy next door is his hero today. Together we cheer some cyclists, and I continue my travel. He will follow me. But first the race.
Amazing hill views are next. On the Keutenberg a cyclist and I shout each other to the top. Then some beautiful villages arise. Stokhem, Wijlre, Kapolder. Around Eys I slowly look around me. The South of Limburg is magical.
The Eyserbosweg is packed with cyclists. A group has a hard time. I decide to shout a little harder for them. For a moment I am in the race. After a short hello at the top I stand still. Together to the top, it connects. Although I’m still an odd duck in the whole picture. Oh well, that way I can fly everywhere I want.
With a feeling of being invincible I get through the fine Wittem. In the astonishing geuldal a couple of lovebirds enjoy each others presence.
A few kilometers later I’m at the foot of the Camerig. I wave at a few bon vivants at the terrace. This is incredible. At the restaurant I take a victory shot. I appear to be halfway. A good thing, because the other half is also very pretty.
In Vaals a lot of things cross my mind and heart. The depression, friends, family, the encounters, acts of joy, setbacks, my Swedish muse.
The Vaalserberg feels naturally. I feel like I’m floating. At the top I am in dancing in the clouds. Tears of joy. After a reflective film I am speechless. Despite this I call a few heroes. My mother answers the phone. “I’m there mom, it’s beautiful here”, I ponder. All the words I can find. She fills up the silences I collected on my travels.
Wandering I search for food. Everywhere it’s dark. At restaurant De Bokkerijder there is still some light. With a good tripel and a small bowl of peanuts I raise my glass to this adventure. Nice to end in one of the best Vandersteen stories.
 

 

 

 
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Love for Limburg

Today I was interviewed by Kirsten Paulus in the news program Limburg Centraal at L1. A lovely experience.
Tv-interview
Thanks for the nice welcome and wonderful mini-interview at the make up. For all the talks and for having me. Also respect for all the things you do simultaneously to make it work. Nice to see 🙂

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Ready to to

The 31th of may, 10:30, I will depart from Gennep to Palermo for my run for positivity: 65 marathons in 80 days to spread the power positivity. You are welcome from 9:30 in Hotel te Kroon to wave me goodbye 🙂
Please let me know if you can come. This is nice for me, and helpful for Hotel de Kroon. You can do this via:
https://www.facebook.com/events/355625221971355/ or
https://gettogether.community/events/1314/move-the-earth-ready-to-go/
A big thanks to Kitty Tenten for organizing this. To Frank Los for adding that little bit of magic dust. And Hotel de Kroon for the starting point of the adventure.

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Love for Limburg: looking back on 6 marathons, day 5

From the 1st to the 6th of april I ran 6 marathons through Limburg. A retrospective on a marathon a day.

Day 5: Urmond – Maastricht. 3 cats wake me up. The clock makes its way to number 9, and I relive the 50 kilometers with my dad. I can go a bit later, no worries. Lily – one of the cats – occasionally nuzzled up against me. And finds her own way afterwards. I love it. I go outside, and the sun carefully says hello. With tons of energy I’m gonna find the first hills. The backpack full of 4 beautiful marathons give me wings on the first kilometers. I’m in a marathon flow. A glance at the Maas near Elsloo shows me that the beauty of nature has no borders in Limburg.
After about 8 kilometers I use a log to cross the creek to the forest of Elsloo. A woman runs towards me. I see she is having a hard time. I praise her for her perseverance. She smiles and tells me the run isn’t easy. But that she is doing it. And that it helps her. With no hesitation she continues her struggle. Admired I hop into the forest. Surrounded by bridges, creeks and trees I see a woman on a bench. She sits and enjoys the moment. That’s it. With a peaceful hello I tell her that I love it here. She says that she likes to sit her to take in the nature. She colourfully talks about the forest and nature. It gives her a sense of peace and quiet. Where she feels at home. I nod, and for a while we quietly listen to the birds. I state that I’m going to explore the forest. We wish each other joy and serenity.
The kilometers are passed by. At Geulhem I fill my water bag. Drink, drink, drink, I have been told a lot. After a shot of black magic potion I bravely run into the Geulhemmerberg. ‘That guy just keeps going’, a handful of guests shouts of the terrace. It is somewhere between admiration and total lack of understanding. I see a cycling old man with a long beard. Bent over on his city bike he works his way up. No easy path. I decide to run next to gim and praise him for his willpower. ‘You are not bad yourself’, he smiles. We get into a relaxed conversation, and he tells me about his love for cyling. I start rambling about Rominger, Zülle, Chiapucci. Old cyclist heroes. Back in the days he walked a lot, but he cannot do this anymore. ‘I bike my way into the beautiful spots’, he smiles. ‘Although my back isn’t supporting me that well anymore.’ I feel his pain and he asks me what I do here. I tell him about my adventure through Limburg and my future journey of happiness to Palermo. His eyes twinkle. He would love to go Italy again. We share this love. Then he asks me if I want to send a postcard from Palermo. ‘Sometimes I’m so lonely’, he sighs. ‘So that would make me very happy’. For a moment I’m speechless: this is what it’s all about. I write down his address and promise him to send him a postcard. He continues his route to Schin op Geul. Flabbergasted I stop. Goosebumps all over my body. With a smile from ear to ear I proceed with my journey.
Maastricht. The light slowly fades into darkness. Left late in the morning, and stood still a lot. I decide to let go of the Saint Pieterberg, and take the shortest route to my place to sleep. I run a small victory lap through town to complete the marathon. After 8 o’clock I ring the bell. I get a warm welcome. I directly take the offer to jump into the shower. Apparently I smell. In the meantime she setup a meal for me. We both go through the day. I feel at home. With wandering thoughts to the Geulhemmerberg I crash into my airbed.
 
 

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Love for Limburg: looking back on 6 marathons, day 4

Selfie with 4 coffee friends

From the 1st to the 6th of april I ran 6 marathons through Limburg. A retrospective on a marathon a day.

Day 4: Horn – Urmond. 7:30 in the morning. With a fresh perspective I rumble downstairs. An extensive breakfast and a friendly hostness welcome my morning. Today I run to Urmond with my dad. I realise this is a special moment. After a short goodbye we hit the road. We immediately catch a nice pace, and on the way we come across odd place name signs. We agree to make a selfie with each sign we find. In the meantime my dad tells about his own adventures. As a teenager with a rusty old moped on an adventure to a place in Germany. Love often happens without a plan. Also that day. I let the story slide in during the many faces of the Maas. At Linne we see a house of rebel. We decide that we both want to live there.
Then our colourful shirts and foolish gazing attracts the attention of a lady. We tell about our mini adventure through Limburg. It appears she loves stories, and she invites us for coffee. Together with her husband we talk about running, traveling, dreams. And walking. The good old man will go for his 34th Kennedy March. With lots of respect we take off our proverbial hats. With an extra backpack for extra stories we say goodbye. I suddenly realise we should capture this. And we do.
On our way to the next place name sign. After half an hour of sitting our running fibers fell asleep. No worries, slowly the speed increases. In Monfort the phone rings. Piet of Maasland Radio. I switch to a ferm walking pace and tell on the radio what is happening. And what is running through my head. Especially amazement and suprise, and an intense feeling of happiness. My dad runs back and forth. Navigating, walking and talking to the radio doesn’t go that well. It does give us hilarious views. I mention the scene on the radio, hopefully visual enough. A nice talk, and in the meantime a big getting lost sequence.
Close to Susteren this blows up in our face. I think the pace is too low. I stand still too much, my dad says. Both we have a point, but we want to continue. After an intense conversation we agree that we keep track of the junctions across the route. And that I run back and forth when making pictures. I decide to embrace the pace. A mental breaking point turns over to a cloud of positive energy. We witness beautiful forests around Born and Guttecoven. The owl guards it as a true philosopher.
At Urmond we are at 48 kilometers. My dad wants to fullfil the 50K. With an extra lap through Berg aan de Maas we succeeed. With a chain of storis, acts, setbacks and beautiful moments, Alex welcomes us with a cup of coffee. The cat keeps nuzzling up against us. In the meantime we try to describe the journey. Too early. We put our dad on the train in Sittard, he wants to sleep in his own bed. A spicy meal and the old familiar Worms are ready. The gamer in me awakes a little bit. A day to never forget.

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