This is a message for those that know meAnd it is a signal to those that don’tIt goes out to those that are reading thisAnd it’s written for those that won’t Your words are... Read more
“50k?”, shouts the skinny man running towards me in tiny shorts and a flourescent vest.“50k!”, I cry in return before wading into the river. Well, it’s more of... Read more
It gives me great pleasure to introduce today a guest blog from someone who, although he may not be aware, has been pivotal to me in many ways: Alastair Humphreys. I read Al’s blog all... Read more
I assume the walls were once cream but now they’re a mosaic of scuff marks from black rubber and grubby patches where sweaty palms rested and slick finger tips gripped. The strip-light... Read more
Warning: This article contains references to, and discussion of, the term “chafe”. Those under 18 and/or of a weak constitution are advised to seek advice before reading Why does... Read more
It would be fair to say that I like doing things that other people often consider weird. Taking cold showers, swimming outdoors and dragging tyres spring to mind, as do most of the things on... Read more
Eureka moments don’t happen. There’s no such thing as a split-second moment of inspiration or a lightning strike, flash bulb of an idea. At least, not for me. Instead, there... Read more
The bright shades of Autumn awake me from the revelry of driving slumber. Take me out of the car, off the road and into a memory with the taste of sugar on baked grapefruit. It’s cold.... Read more
I get nervous in big crowds. Never quite sure how to stand or where to put my hands. I enjoy company and small groups – even the focus of their attention – but more than that and... Read more
He’s dropped his axe. Of all the things we tried to impress onto them, keeping hold of your ice axe was probably number one. But now he’s left standing against a vast white backd... Read more
My legs are pistons, firing repeatedly in a hypnotic cadence, a relentless machine hell bent on speed. Churning the big cog over and over, I’m flying through London at a dangerous rate... Read more
It’s hard to tell in the middle of the night but when I woke up it was clear that something was wrong. My stomach was cramped and sitting up was such an effort that I had to lie back d... Read more
