<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Run on Guilhem's Portfolio</title><link>https://guillertb.github.io/tags/run/</link><description>Recent content in Run on Guilhem's Portfolio</description><generator>Hugo -- gohugo.io</generator><language>en</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 13 Jul 2025 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://guillertb.github.io/tags/run/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Trail Mont Ventoux</title><link>https://guillertb.github.io/posts/blog/montventoux/</link><pubDate>Sun, 13 Jul 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://guillertb.github.io/posts/blog/montventoux/</guid><description>&lt;h1 id="trail-du-mont-ventoux-with-my-dad-and-friend-"&gt;Trail du Mont Ventoux with My Dad and Friend 🏔️&lt;/h1&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Mont Ventoux, also known as the &lt;em&gt;Giant of Provence&lt;/em&gt;, is legendary for cyclists… but we decided to tackle it as a &lt;strong&gt;trail run&lt;/strong&gt;. With my dad and my friend, we spent the day climbing, running, walking (okay, suffering), and enjoying an adventure we’ll never forget.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;img src="https://guillertb.github.io/posts/blog/marathon/images/team2.jpg" align="center" title="The team ready to go" width="700"&gt;
&lt;h2 id="before-the-race"&gt;Before the Race&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The adventure started with the classic trail-run ritual: checking the route on a map, pretending we knew exactly where we were going. My dad and I squinted at the paper like explorers from another century, while my friend was already laughing at us.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>First marathon</title><link>https://guillertb.github.io/posts/blog/marathon/</link><pubDate>Sun, 05 Jan 2025 11:18:46 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://guillertb.github.io/posts/blog/marathon/</guid><description>&lt;h1 id="my-first-marathon-in-toulouse-"&gt;My First Marathon in Toulouse 🎉&lt;/h1&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I finally did it — my very first marathon!&lt;br&gt;
42 km around &lt;strong&gt;Toulouse&lt;/strong&gt;, 3h45 of running, thousands of steps… and yes, my legs still hate me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h2 id="before-the-race"&gt;Before the Race&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The night before, I did what every pro runner would do: eat too much pasta, double-check my shoes 15 times, and sleep… almost nothing.&lt;br&gt;
At the starting line, I felt both nervous and excited. The crowd was buzzing, music was playing, and I thought: &lt;em&gt;“Okay, let’s just survive this thing.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>