Racing a trail race is something very, very new to me. Project Hurtwood, was my first attempt and that was a 50km event. Always good to start racing on trails at Ultra distance right? The Maverick Original Hampshire Long was a whole different beast though. Not only is there something very special about the half marathon-ish distance… Continue reading At home with the Mavericks
15 races That’s how many I ran in 2018. In amongst that I had a 3 PB goals, I hit two but missed another😢. The one I hit, (HM), I am still a little disappointed I didn’t get to 1hr29 something. I also got an accidental 10km PB at the vitality race but was just… Continue reading I miss racing
This is the second attempt at this blog. I got halfway through the first and stopped because it didn’t feel right. What is the aim of this piece? Why am I writing it? I am still not sure if I am to be honest. I wanted to write a review of the year, but I… Continue reading 2018, a year to remember
I am not a fan of jigsaw puzzles, I don’t think I have the patience for them. I remember trying one at a family holiday in the South West of France a few years ago. I felt no sense of accomplishment about finding that tricky piece or completing a section. This is because at heart… Continue reading 4 POINTS FOR THE WIN
“Please, will you just leave me! I’ll meet you at the finish”. These are the words coming out of a tired and slightly angry runner named Emma, about 20ish miles into the Chicago Marathon on 7thOctober. I could have left, I could have run off on my own, but I’d made a promise to Emma and… Continue reading Pacing, Puking and a PB
Honestly, I don’t really know where to start and where to end. I don’t know how much I want to share as a lot of it is too raw but here goes. Berlin was a dream race for me in 2017 when I was mapping out the year ahead. The original plan was to smash… Continue reading Losing myself, finding a way to Berlin
I wasn’t sure how to write this, it’s been 1 week since I crossed the finish line of Race To The Stones (RTTS), and I am sat on a balcony of a hotel on the southern Spanish coast. I am not sure how I feel anymore. I look around and no one really understands what… Continue reading Understanding 100K, racing to some stones.