
The long climb toward the mountain crossing begins. Photo: Sparta Photography Club.

The Spartahlon route is lined with Greek families and children reaching to touch the hands of the runners. Photo: Sparta Photography Club.
The Spartathlon may be described as a 153 mile race from Athens to Sparta, but for many, it is a journey within, one that often doesn’t have words, but only feelings. Feelings so powerful that they cannot be replicated anywhere else. And so they return year after year to once again, face the challenge, and emerge humbly, yet perhaps with wings upon their backs.
Claire Dorotik-Nana M.A. frequently writes for International Sport Science Association, Professional development Resources and Zur Institute. She also pens the popular blog, “Leveraging Adversity” at Psychcentral and is the author of Leverage: The Science of Turning Setbacks Into Springboards.
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This is beautiful.
I’m a newbie ultrarunner, having racked up my first DNF on my (thus far) only attempt. I’m constantly inspired by reading about the mental discipline people who complete the 100-milers and longer. Their physical endurance is amazing, but in reality, it’s always our brains that see us through to the finish. And that’s why I keep challenging myself. The lessons aren’t magically conveyed at the moment one crosses the finish line; they’re picked up along the way, throughout training and race day.
Thanks for your comment Kim!
It sounds like you have the right approach- always learning. One thing I’ve learned from my years at Spartathlon is never give up (oh and definitely not when you think you are “done”).
Often we have much more than we think we do:)
Best,
Claire Dorotik-Nana MA
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Yes I’ve seen that trailer. One of the men featured Gilles Parauelo has 19 finishes. His son, Angel, was one of the youngest runners to finish a few years ago- at 20. There are so many touching and inspiring stories like this every year. Thanks for sharing!
Claire Dorotik-Nana MA
A small edit regarding the 1992 run with Seppo. He caught me at about the 100k mark. Just before crossing the Corinth Canal I was forced from the road and I smashed my foot on a rock, breaking the toenails and creating a shoe full of blood. Two years earlier Seppo had caught me with about 30k to go and we raced for sixth. When I placed 6th I realized I could have run together with Seppo and it would have been more sportsman-like. I vowed if the opportunity ever came again, we would run to Sparti together. That opportunity came and I accepted his request to run to Sparta together. Together, we used our experience of the course to move through the finish and tie for 3rd place. Years later, another Finnish runner slowed for a tie because he wanted to “be just like Roy & Seppo! See you in a few miles…roy
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