For some reason, when I saw that there was a 25 km trail race in Jinja, Uganda, I decided it was a good idea to enter. No matter that I haven’t run more than about 10k in one go since moving here – I convinced myself that Kigali’s hills were a substitute for distance. And never mind the small issue of a 14 hour overnight bus journey to get there, followed by another one the same to get back after the race!
I couldn’t convince anyone else to actually come and run with me, but Josh, Amy, Luke and Stan did come along to Jinja to enjoy its most famous attraction – white water rafting on the Nile.

The race is named for the same river – the Source of the Nile Trail Race – and had four distances, 5km, 12km, 25km and 50km. I watched a small band of 50km runners set off at 7am, then went along to the race briefing for the 25km. They had flags for all of the runners’ nations which was a nice touch. I had been hoping I would be the only Brit and so manage to be first Brit in a race for the only time in my life, but sadly there was another British girl who turned out to be faster than me!

When we set off it was warm and humid, and I found myself hoping it would rain. Of course ten minutes later it did, rain so heavy that it was like running under a cold shower turned on full blast. The tracks promptly turned to mud which managed to be both sticky and slippery at the same time; sticky so that it clings to your shoes and triples their weight, and slippery so you can never tell which way your foot will slide when you put it down. These conditions combined to make running pretty impossible at times!
In the end I finished in 2:44 – not my proudest achievement, but I’m glad I did it.









