08/05/2026
Mustang Trail Race Day 9 / Stage 8
Chuksang to Muktinath 17.2km
1220 ascent.
3300m - 4100m above sea level.
The final stage. It was a strange feeling this morning. Excited to be reaching the finish line, relieved that my mind and body had thus far held up, could everything hold up for one more day. We weren’t quite there yet! The team had once again been grouped in varying start times with the aim to have us all crossing the finish line, not only for the day, but for the full event, within a similar time frame. Hats off to Roman who put the daily stats together to achieve this! A small group of 3 took off first with the rest of us there to cheer them off at 6:30am. The first challenge of the day was breakfast. Having been fed and watered for 8 days now without a thought to food preparation, shopping, menu choices etc (quite a luxury) we were suddenly confronted with a choice for breakfast. Pancakes, porridge, eggs?! Brain fog alongside building fatigue made for some humorous moments, and some odd breakfast combinations. Through the starting gate and it was straight up a 1000m climb over 9km with a dramatic change in landscape as the familiar sandy dusty trails and ochre landscape became a white blanket of snow with muddy winding roads cutting through the almost blinding glow of the land. The trail in parts hard to define, made easier by runners who’d passed through before me, leaving calf deep tread as the snow continued to fall, alongside the temperature (-7C) Reaching the 9km mark it was evident from the incessant upward trajectory and small moving dots edging towards the ridge line through the falling snow that the passe would not be at 9km. At just over 11km I popped over the passe and began the homeward stretch. The trail was a mix of new snow, slush, and frozen mud. Picking my steps wisely and feeling more like a puck on an ice rink I made my way down towards Muktinath. The conditions played havoc with one of our team who displayed early signs of hypothermia. Those of us nearby shared layers and a call was made to the finish, soon after which our trusty support team ran up with the gear needed to get her home safely. Crossing the swing bridge into Muktinath signified the final push to the finish, of the day, the race, and a bucket list dream. The village was absolutely packed with pilgrims heading to the local monastery. It was a humorous few minutes as the swarm of people, in bright pink ponchos obscured my view of our trusty pink trail ribbons that would guide me home. Was I going to find myself lost at the final turn?!! Then, there it was. The Bob Marley Cafe, the familiar cheers and welcoming finish crew. An overwhelming feeling of emotion overtook me as I crossed under the orange finish flag wavering above. Head in hands, a quiet moment of almost disbelief before heading inside to a roaring fire, around which the team gathered. Emotions were high with the collective acknowledgement of what we had achieved. An immense gratitude was felt and shared by the group. Far away from the lives we know, life was quite simple right now, and yet so very rewarding. Back in Jomsom (by vehicle not foot!) we gathered for a celebration dinner and awards. Our support team of 16 were thanked and presented with a scarf, the khata, which holds significant cultural importance in Nepal, symbolising purity, compassion, and respect. Then it time for us. A khata, certificate, and medal was presented to everyone who completed the event, in age order! Then came awards for the age groups. I nearly fell off my chair when I heard my name. I’m not sure if it was because I heard my name, or if it was the name of the award.. grand masters winner?! What a surreal moment. If you’ve made it to the end of this post, thank you for coming on the journey with me. Thank you to my family whose love and support enable me to chase my dreams and challenge my potential. Feeling grateful.