Arab nation stakes a claim to world's toughest adventure race.
THE CLIMB WENT on and on as the runners ascended into the darkness. Each zig zag of the vertiginous trail, sliced into the sharp limestone, a gaping void looming below. “Bloody terrifying, isn’t it?” a runner said, while trying to squeeze himself against the rock wall. However tempting it would be to quit, scrambling back down would be far worse than going up. Their headlamps illuminated snapshots of rock, then more rock, with an occasional twisted, gnarled tree clinging to the side of the cliff. Then suddenly the trail swerved upward through a gap in the canyon wall, leading into a narrow, steep, boulder-strewn chute. The runners started scrambling.