As I am training for my first ever ultra, Trail Marathon Wales seemed like a perfect ‘training run’. It offered similar elevation gains and terrain to Lakeland50 and it would get me used to running on trails for prolonged periods in a race set up. It seemed too good an opportunity to pass up. I … Continue reading Trial by Trails – My Trail Marathon Wales
I had planned to make this post a debrief of my experiences running the London Marathon but following the death of Matt Campbell during this year's race I can’t. The harsh reminder that what we do for fun can have tragic consequences has jarred my gleaming memories of that day. My inconsequential marathon is not worthy … Continue reading Our London Marathon
The Paris Marathon marked one year from the start of my attempt to complete the Marathon des Sables so I’m glad it didn’t go to plan. I’m glad the heat buckled me at the knees and my emotions got the better of me because it showed that when things don’t go my way, I still struggle … Continue reading Je Ne Regrette Rien – My Paris Marathon
Sometimes in life you have to take that leap of faith. A metaphorical stumble into the unknown, blindingly hoping. As I stood on the edge of a bridge in New Zealand about to take a literal leap, with nothing but bungee rope to stop me from plunging to my death, I couldn’t help but think … Continue reading Leap of Faith – My Queenstown Marathon
With almost 3,000 feet of elevation gain, very challenging terrain and being exposed to all the elements of wet and windy Wales the Snowdonia Marathon is regularly called the toughest marathon in the UK. Regardless, I chose this race as my tenth marathon. Why? Because despite all the reasons I shouldn't have done it I … Continue reading Running the UK’s Toughest Marathon
Hours after the volunteers had gone home and the finishing line packed away for another year, I stood on a rooftop drinking a cocktail. Darkness had long taken away the humid sun and as I over looked Millennium Park (where the Chicago Marathon had started and finished) sipping the last dregs of my Old Fashioned … Continue reading Why I Keep Running – My Chicago Marathon
Rome was the rain, London was being the Samaritan and Edinburgh was my stomach. Every marathon so far this year had in one way or another hampered my attempt at improving the time I had set in San Francisco, which was four marathons and over 14 months ago. That streak of unsuccessful attempts twinned with … Continue reading Always Forward – My Berlin Marathon
A lot of non-runners say to me that running is a cult. Look at the definition of a cult below and change the words ‘a cult’ and ‘they’ to ‘running’ and ‘runners’: "A cult is defined as a group of people having practices regarded by others as strange. They typically have extreme dedication with excessive … Continue reading Endure24 – A Cult Meeting
I almost didn’t start the Edinburgh Marathon, faltering before the starting gun had even been lifted. I had been battling a pretty nasty stomach bug leading up to the race and knew that even if I did make the race I would be running on empty. Luckily, with less than 24 hours to go before the … Continue reading “Then everything went black” – The Edinburgh Marathon
The Marathon is 26.2 miles. Each mile has turning points that can stop your race or define it. It is a collection of thousands of people striving; to finish, to break a record or to best themselves. It has taken me some time to gather my thoughts together following the London Marathon, all down to what … Continue reading Marathons Come Down to Moments
