I’m really trying to focus on the trail, but I can’t help but think of Lord of the Rings. We run in a small group one after the other over rocks, between closely standing trees, over stone ridges formed by glaciers – and I’m just waiting for Nazgûl from above. But since the Ringwraiths are still not there after an hour, the focus is back on the path. And rightly so, if I do not want to be one of those with bloody knees, hands, and sometimes even faces at the finish line.