In the good old days when I was less fat I used to just sign up for every race I could, but these days I’m much more selective and criteria usually involve things like “where would I like to go to spend a few days?” and “what am I completely unprepared and under trained for?” [...]

Like most of my races lately, I have absolutely no intention of doing the Waite Teams Challenge thing or whatever it’s called because I don’t even know why, I just don’t. And then, about a week out from the event the Race Director, in a master stroke of marketing, announces he has literally zero entries [...]

I have absolutely zero intention of doing the Tower Trail Run, because I’m pretty sure I fucking hated it last time I did it, so I stupidly sign up a few days before and plan my trip across and down to Mt Gambier. Instead of my trusty Santa Fe, this time I’m taking a brand [...]

The only thing worse than no-one reading the shit you write, is finally writing something quite a few people read, and then having to write something after that, knowing it’s gonna be a steaming pile of shit by comparison. Although you’ll have to wait way too many words to see the actual steaming pile of [...]

So the day before I head over to Kangaroo Island for the Marathon, I managed to drop my wallet in the supermarket, double back, and by some miracle of human nature, someone’s handed it in. I don’t take this as a sign not to go or that the marathon is going to go tits up. [...]

I can be a bit dramatic at times, so if you're wondering why I can be sooking about having a fucked up ankle one minute, then running a marathon the next, it'd be a fair question. The 100% honest truth is I DO have a fucked up ankle - ligament damage, joint damage, fracture etc. [...]