The good, the bad and the what-was-I-thinking?

It’s been just over a month since our first attempt at going over the magic 26.2 miles. My trashed trail shoes have been consigned to the dustbin and my medal long ago eaten, so now seems like a good time to take stock.

2014 was meant to be all about going ultra.

My friends Val, Paul and I had trained all summer. We’d learned how to run through mud without losing a shoe. How to run in the dark, while stargazing. How to navigate like a ninja. Or at least, how to get a little less lost a little less often.