A Wee History...
After years of writing elaborate race reports for my father in New
Zealand I decided to modernise myself with a blog. It saves forwarding the
email to other exercise-enthused family members and also means that I get to
post pictures on the internet of myself wearing lyrca.
Always a humbling last in Athletics as a child, I started running
marathons at university to avoid study and improve my suntan. Not a fan of getting puffed during marathons,
I ran my first ultra with my father in 2010. Ultra-running in Scotland is a
popular sport and I was easily led astray by the energetic runners that make up
the community. Although sometimes
running hijacks my brain and my weekends I still run with a smile and in the
same crop top that I wore as a child in my local cross country club.
I'm still the same, 16 years later...
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I’m currently a New Zealander struggling with the Scottish accent
but acclimatising to the weather. I have now completed 33 ultras. I can finally call myself an ultra-runner in Scotland after completing
the West Highland Way Race in June 2012! In 2013 I represented New Zealand at the World 24 Hour Championships.
I can be found on weekends walking up hills eating
custard (when I should be running them). I can now be found at a café on the weekends eating cake and nursing a hungry baby...
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