mdes legendary | IAN CORLESS

The desert woke gently, as if aware that something extraordinary was about to unfold. A calm, warm morning stretched across the horizon, painted in soft gold and pale blue. The early light shimmered through a delicate veil of mist, giving the landscape an almost dreamlike quality. Beneath that glowing sky stood 1,500 runners, each carrying their own story, their own reason for being there. Around them, 600 staff members moved with quiet purpose, preparing for another chapter in one of endurance sport’s most iconic events. This was not just another race. This was stage 1 of the 40th edition of the MDS Legendary.

There was electricity in the air, an unmistakable mix of excitement and fear. Some runners stood in silence, eyes fixed on the horizon. Others laughed nervously, shaking out their limbs, stealing final moments of comfort before the storm. For many, this was the culmination of years of dreaming. For all, it was the beginning of a test that would demand everything they had.

“Highway to Hell” blasted across the start line, a ritual as iconic as the race itself. Smiles spread. Hearts pounded faster. And just like that, anticipation turned into motion.

Ahead lay 35 kilometres of unforgiving terrain.

From the very first strides, it was clear this would not be an ordinary stage. The pace was sharp, almost aggressive, cutting through the usual cautious energy of a race opening. And at the front, a familiar figure made his intentions unmistakably clear.

Defending champion Rachid El Morabity was not waiting.

Known for his tactical patience, Rachid surprised many by asserting himself early. It was a move that spoke volumes about his strategy and maybe fear for the competition. Whether driven by instinct, strategy, or respect, he stepped forward and pushed the tempo, forcing the race to take shape around him.

Close behind, as always, was his brother Mohamed El Morabity, watchful, composed, and ready. The two moved with a quiet understanding, a shared rhythm forged over years of racing together.

But this year, there was another presence in the mix: Michaël Gras. Fast. Determined. Dangerous.

Rachid knew it. Everyone did.

By Checkpoint 1, the race had already begun to stretch. The elastic was tightening. Rachid increased the pressure, and the field responded, chasing hard, unwilling to let the leaders disappear into the vast openness of the desert. Yet the desert has a way of revealing truth.

By Checkpoint 3, that elastic finally snapped.

Rachid and Mohamed surged ahead, breaking free with a decisive move that only the strongest could follow, and none could. The brothers, now alone at the front, turned the final stretch into something deeply personal.

Stride for stride, breath for breath, they pushed toward the finish.

It was Mohamed who edged ahead in the final moments, claiming victory by mere seconds in a breathtaking display of strength and precision. His finishing time, an astonishing 2:26:29, set the tone for what promises to be a fiercely competitive week.

Rachid crossed just 21 seconds later, a reminder that even the smallest margins can separate triumph from second place at this level.

Michaël Gras, despite an incredible effort, finished third, 4 minutes and 34 seconds behind the winner, still a performance of remarkable quality in such a demanding environment.

If the men’s race was defined by tactical brilliance and explosive pacing, the women’s race delivered its own story of courage, resilience, and relentless drive.

From the outset, Aziza El Amrany made her intentions clear.

She pushed the pace early, determined to break the competition before it could settle. It was a bold move, one that required both physical strength and mental conviction. Close behind, Maryline Nakache matched her, refusing to yield but pacing calmly.

Agathe Teillet-Magot, meanwhile, worked tirelessly to stay within reach, her effort a testament to determination in the face of unyielding intensity.

As the runners approached Checkpoint 3, the tension was palpable. Aziza and Maryline were locked together, neither willing to concede. It was a battle not just of speed, but of will.

And then, Maryline shifted gears.

With a surge of strength, she created the smallest of gaps, and in a race like this, that is all it takes. She drove forward, crossing the finish line in 3:04:01, securing victory with a margin of 5 minutes and 33 seconds ahead of Aziza – early bravery earning her a well-fought second place.

Agathe completed the podium, arriving 17 minutes and 26 seconds after the winner, her performance a powerful reflection of endurance and grit.

It was, by every measure, a fast day. But more than that, it was a beautiful one.

The desert, often seen as harsh and unforgiving, revealed its quieter side, its elegance, its vastness, its ability to inspire. The glowing sunrise, the soft mist, the endless horizon, all of it combined to create a stage unlike any other.

And on that stage stood 1,500 runners, each one chasing something deeply personal.

For some, it was victory. For others, it was completion.

For many, it was simply the chance to discover what they are capable of when everything is stripped away – comfort, certainty, ease, and all that remains is the will to keep moving forward.

Surrounding them, 600 staff members ensured that this incredible journey could unfold safely and seamlessly. Their presence, often unseen, is an essential part of the race’s heartbeat.

The first stage of the 40th edition has come and gone, but its impact will linger. It has set the tone, not just in terms of competition, but in spirit.

This is more than a race. It is a gathering of human potential.