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In the summer of 2014, the world’s best adventure racing journalists came to Ireland to test Columbia Sportswear’s rain gear. Adventure racer Stephen Regenold was one of them, and as part of his trip he competed in Donegal’s gruelling Gaelforce North Adventure Race.

  • Glenveagh National Park

The ground shook at the starting line. Hundreds of racers lined up, their movement and nervous weight sending waves of energy through the spongy earth underfoot. “Line up at the front if you think you can win,” a race director shouted at the shifting crowd.

And so the Gaelforce North Adventure Race began, a tremor of bodies and boggy ground under a low Irish sky. The route shot north down a hill to the edge of a lough, the first landmark on a 64-kilometre course that would reveal a cross-section of the emerald isle.

I’d come to Ireland to test gear and see the country’s rugged and remote western coast. The race, an annual endurance challenge hosted by Killary Adventure Company, promised a look at the region through the lens of a run/paddle/bike competition with a stout local crowd.

I batted at midges - tiny mosquito-like pests - and pushed a pace to keep up with the lead pack. Mist rose ahead off hills. Brooks tumbled through low trees.
We soon reached the grounds of a castle within Glenveagh National Park. Stone gates and a manicured garden were beautiful but seen as just a blur as I ran.

At a fork in the trail I headed uphill. The course included six sections with checkpoints and transitions in between. A 15-kilometre-run, the first leg of the adventure race, ended at a kayak put-in. We paddled a sprint course around buoys on a park lake. I paused on the summit to look around. The world dropped away, gray talus and scree, then endless green in all directions below.

Heading downhill, the ground was once again bouncy. Thick peat makes every step squishy and padded, absorbing the shock on tired knees. Now three hours into the course I got back on the bike. The leaders were far ahead, but my shot at a solid finish looked possible as long as I could stay on pace.

On a rocky final trail, coming down a hill, a flat tyre derailed my plan. I limped the bike as the air pressure faded then fixed the tyre as rider after rider whizzed by. The race finished at the ocean. In the end my time was four hours, three minutes - enough to net 29th place out of hundreds who came to tackle the course.

I was content on the beach among a pumped-up crowd. The sun was breaking through the clouds. Waves rolled in past rocks offshore, crashing on a beach of golden Irish sand.

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