Global Odyssey

I never promised you a games room

I never promised you a games room

The Namibian Odyssey 100k was certainly an adventure and a journey of discovery; just not the one I had expected. How wrong did it go? Spectacularly wrong. They say, that if you are going to fail; fail with style, get eaten by a leopard or something of that ilk. Failing because you are bit pooped simply lacks panache. I can give Cyrano de Bergerac a run for his money when it comes to panache.

The Namibian Global Odyssey 100k

The Namibian Global Odyssey 100k

If you're seeing things running through your head Who you gonna call?Sandbaggers!

There I was dreaming about those remote, extreme, beautiful, exquisitely painful 100ks that you have set yourself the challenge of doing for the Global Odyssey 100. Antarctica, no problem: done. Europe, no problem: done. Africa; wait a minute, there are not that many one-day 100k events on the African continent and the ones I found just did not seem to whet my appetite. There was something missing, a certain ‘je ne sais quoi’. Do I settle?

Raid Des Bogomiles

Raid Des Bogomiles

Raid Des Bogomiles: Do I get the prize for the most amusing race name? You have to admit that coming from a country where the word ‘boggin’ is common parlance and where you frequently run through miles of bog it has a certain amusement value.

Did the Grand Raid Des Bogomiles, (one of three races held within the Grand Raid Des Cathars), provide miles of bog? No, but there was an ascent up vertical mud slide which left me fairly boggin.

My Father

My Father

My father has been in my thoughts recently, more so than normal. He died a good many years ago now at the age of 59. A life too short for a larger than life man who had such gusto for life. I am not sure why he is so much in my thoughts. Several things may have prompted it. 

Because there is just not enough crazy

Because there is just not enough crazy

I am generally regarded by ‘normal’ people as a bit crazy, but I am in good company; there are quite a few of us ‘crazies’ aka ultra-runners.  I am not sure why, you would not want to run a silly number of miles in extreme, exotic, remote and beautiful places? Why would you be regarded as mad for running marathon distances and longer in the Scottish Highlands, the Atacama Desert, the North Pole and Antarctica? 

The Zen of laps: Self Transcendence 50k

The Zen of laps: Self Transcendence 50k

Around and around and around we go …….

Running 21 laps (or double for the 100k participants) round the North Inch in Perth is perhaps not what most people would want to be doing on Easter Sunday. In my case it also meant ‘taking the pledge’ and leaving a wedding just as the dancing was getting going the day before. But, turns out it was worth it.