I’ve done the Tower Trail Run a few times before, and I don’t particularly like the slog up to the actual Tower - and when I say “I don’t particularly like it” we all know I mean I actually fucking hate it and I will just say there is absolutely no truth to the rumour I started the fire there a few months ago so we didn’t have to run up there this year.

So the Great Southern Bolt starts in Myponga which is quite close to where I live in the same way we might say Australia is quite close to New Zealand, because England is even further away. It’s not Naracoorte or Coober Pedy, but in my 4WD at today’s petrol prices it’s still about $65 there [...]

I haven’t been doing many races recently because something something something. I’d like to say I’ve retired like Ash Barty to pursue new dreams, (like becoming a pro pizza eater), but mostly I’ve just been a lazy bastard and haven’t been feeling overly inspired to do races because something something something. I do Conquer the [...]

Not gonna lie, really only entered Hysterical Carnage Backyard Ultra because I thought it would be hysterical, just like the name suggests. Instead it was more Carnage, also like the name suggests. And why the fuck am I surprised? I haven’t run more than about 20kms in six months, so the concept of running a [...]

The worst thing about Covid, aside from you know, the whole death and destruction thing, is when you sign up for an event because you’re capable of doing it and it gets postponed until you’re not, and you decide to do it anyway. Apparently I must have been quite capable of running 23kms of trails [...]

So I’m not signed up to the Cleland Trail Championships after dying at the end of Mt Crawful a few weeks back and then having a bit of a shocker at the Murray Bridge Half last weekend. I figure some time off will be nice to try and recover properly when a well meaning friend, [...]

Mt Crawford. Usually such a lovely event. Great course. Nothing too stupid. And I decide to be sensible again and do the medium 16km course even though usually I’d do the 23 or maybe even the 33 but nah, a 16km cruise through the forest seems way more civilised and in line with my current [...]

When I first fucked my ankle a bunch of years ago, I bought a mountain bike thinking that might be my new thing that only required one good leg. I entered a couple of events, but was completely shithouse at it. I entered Adventurethon in WA and when I hit a sand trap at 30km/hr [...]

I sign up for Cobblers Creek and decide to continue my tradition of putting stupid names on my race bib and enter as ‘Assnugget’ and it’s only after I’ve pressed ‘enter’ I think Cock Gobbler would have been more appropriate because… Cobblers Creek and all that. Or maybe I could have gone with Gock Cobbler [...]

After last week’s run up and down Mt Ramarkably Fucking Rocky, I was looking forward to a relatively flat, smooth and straight forward run out at the Fed Ultra. As fucking if. Also, to be clear, I was running the 25 which is most definitely not an ultra, but that’s what it’s called so I’m [...]