At some point in every ultra race it gets hard. Really hard. At this point you need to decide if you are going to quit or if you are going to keep moving. How do you get through this point? Dead easy, just ask yourself, do you really want to stop? Can you justify stopping …
Be Humble That way you won’t be distressed when that old guy comes floating off the hill on another path and hands you your ass on a plate. Even though that old guy is probably younger than you Even though you are 3 hours into a long run and he probably isn’t long out the …
It has been a while since I have written something here, mainly because I didn’t really have too much to say. This year has been a bit of a write off on the running front, which is OK I guess as we can’t keep going further, higher, faster forever and sometimes life gets in the …
On a sunny day I took myself for a run on the section of the West Highland Way heading south from Tyndrum. This is the reverse of the way the route is normally travelled. On the way I tried out my new camera with some mixed results. The following clips are unedited, apart from the …
On a sunny day I took myself for a run on the section of the West Highland Way from Tyndrum to Beinglas Farm. This is the reverse of the way the route is normally travelled. On the way I tried out my new camera The infamous Cow Poo Alley was quite dry for a change …
I have been feeling poorly these last few days. Might have been man flu. Might have been jet lag, but running was either rubbish or didnt happen at all. I had a reasonably good November/December where I ran every day for 32 days and started to build mileage sensibly, and even though a Christmas day …
There is a vibrant and burgeoning ultra running community in Scotland at the moment. Races like the Highland Fling have become ridiculously popular and are introducing lots of new runners to the sport. Some of these are enthused by all of the good things which go with ultra trail running, some are intrigued by the …
I found this post in my Drafts box. I never quite got round to finishing it and then it wasnt quite the right time to post it, so here it is unfinished Friday was a solemn day. Runners made their way to Boylston Street. With a few days until race day it was the runners …
2014 was a funny old year. In my head it wasn’t a very good running year, probably because I didn’t get any faster. No PBs for me, and that worries me that old age is catching up, the nagging fear of getting worse before I have managed to get better. I had started the year …
I could feel it coming and had to find somewhere quickly. Unfortunately in a hot sweaty tent crammed with runners refuelling after already covering 55 mind blowingly brutal kilometers, the organisers had obviously forgotten to set aside a throwing up corner. I made a dash for the exit with my mouth clenched firmly shut but …