It was just a marathon, and I am only saying that as there was a 280KM, 128KM and 65KM option. And it was all downhill. The problem being that it was down the side of a mountain. It was a HUGE descent that started high in the mountains. You were zigzagging single file down a rock path on the edge of a mountain, sheer cliff on the other. Poles are a must for me as it was foggy at the start of the day and the rocks are slippery. Within a few hundred yards of the start a woman was screaming from breaking her ankle at the first stream. That woke me up.
Looking back it was incredibly hard going. A path? You prayed for a flat paved path. And you would go for hours without one. Down a mountain and across a valley floor then up the next mountain, around it, then down into the valley.
The sun was unforgiving. It baked you, and there was no cloud cover to protect you. The three checkpoints were unique. One in an ancient church. One by a dam. The final one at the aquaduct. They had huge vats of steaming paella at the first two, cheese, cheese and ham, and coke, lots of coke. I used this to get through. I skipped the paella. At the third checkpoint they had roast chicken, boiled potatoes, and cans of beer. I had the beer and potatoes.
It was an epic race through the moutains unlike anything I have really done before. It had aspects of Ultraks, but in a baked island setting. I would recommend it. I would also consider going back, although I still have nightmares of the 8KM riverbed that leads you out of the valley and into town.