Una meta, un sueno - the motto of the Transgrancanaria translates roughly to "A goal, a nightmare". This race was supposed to be my annual excuse to escape the dark German winter for a sunny spring week on the Canary Islands. As preparation I had bought a training plan from Sage Canaday who was planning to participate as well, but pulled out on short notice (he may have had a dark premonition). This meant twelve 90km+ weeks, run mostly after dark in icy and snowy conditions, so exactly the opposite of what the Transgrancanaria required - or so I thought. The training regimen took its toll - on the last short run two days before flying to Gran Canaria, I had to limp back home as the left foot decided to quit, and various niggling knee and calf injuries appeared during the taper (never trust the taper), so everything was set for a peak performance.
