Sotogrande Alto, Spain

A hilly loop in Sotogrande has been my anchor for three years – 650 feet of ascent, views of Gibraltar, and the stillness of Sierra Bermeja. More than a run, it became sanctuary, a rhythm that steadied my mind. Some routes you finish. Others, you carry.

Sep 11, 2025
Sotogrande Alto, Spain
The Reserva Club nestles beneath the Sierra Bermeja mountain range

A route I’ll never forget

Some places hold you in ways you don’t fully understand until you’re about to leave them. For me, it has been a stretch of road in Sotogrande – a hilly 5.4-mile loop that rises towards the Sierra Bermeja and has shaped my mornings for the past three years.

The Reserva Club beneath the Sierra Bermeja
A little fluffy cloud that Rickie Lee Jones and The Orb would have been proud of.

It begins simply, the moment I close the gate behind me: empty tarmac, palm trees lined like sentinels, lamps that for years stood unlit, waiting for future developments that are still yet to arrive. The road curves, climbs, demands. Six hundred and fifty feet of ascent in just a handful of miles. Some mornings I’ve fought it, every breath heavy, every step unwilling. Other mornings, I’ve floated – legs light, the horizon opening, Gibraltar appearing faint and improbable in the distance.

A string of pearls, the street lamps mark the path I'm climbing towards.

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Soon I’ll leave this route behind. But not completely.

Tranquility

Always there is silence. The hush of an unfinished landscape. My only company the measured fall of my Hokas against the road, their rhythm becoming a kind of moving meditation.

Morning stillness on the road
Christmas Eve, the low sun creating impossibly long shadows.

Sometimes I extend the loop, jogging past villas that seem more sculpture than home – vast planes of glass and concrete reflecting the rising sun, pools spilling into views that money alone can’t quite explain. I pass through these spaces almost as a ghost, a runner with a stretch phone belt and an impulse to capture what I see.

Glass and concrete villas catching the first light
The Reserva Club and Sierra Bermeja mountain range.

There is one view I’ve photographed over and over, unable to resist it: the Reserva Club lying beneath the Sierra Bermeja, framed in the wide sweep of a 16:9 lens. Each time I round that corner, nearing the end, the scene seems both unchanged and entirely new. A reminder that running is not about arrival, but about returning.


Departing

In a few weeks I will leave Sotogrande, and with it this route that has steadied me through so many unsteady days. I will miss the struggle of its hills, the stillness of its mornings, the quiet gift it has given to my mind as much as to my body.

"There are runs you tick off, and there are runs that live inside you. This one, I will carry." ~ Kieron James
Kieron James