I was meant to enter next year’s race. I’m young and I wanted more experience. They were solid excuses and I repeated them like a mantra until I watched the Commonwealth 24-hour Championships in Wales. November came and I pumped my entry form in so quickly that I entered as a male. I didn’t need a cheque written so Scott didn’t find out about the entry until it came up in a conversation at the pub a few weeks later… Phantom injuries and list-writing consumed my thoughts for the entire week pre-race. The overwhelming joy of being allowed to sort my spare running kit into labelled snap-lock bags had me packed the weekend before. I lovingly squashed the air out of each bag and placed them into one of my newly acquired clear boxes; complete with a list of the boxes’ contents in a plastic sleeve attached to the lid. I began to get a bit competitive; what happens if someone else has better lists and boxes than I do? Michael, Olivia, myself and Scott My sister...
Running an ultra distance from home