…when everything goes according to plan… until it doesn’t… (The Oner: 132km of running over the UK south-west coast path, with lots of hills, and an average dropout-rate…
sometimes your memory can play tricks on you… It’s a sunny day on the bike, and I’m riding on the Brutal course. Somewhere during the terrible climb to…
back to where it all began… Sometimes I forget that it’s only been 4 years since my first irondistance-race… What once started as a ‘once in a lifetime’…
It’s a weekend filled with good company, camping, talking about past and future adventures, and three days with three races… The campsite is packed with teammates, some who…
It’s late March, on a Monday night, when I try to walk into the physiotherapists office. The conversation might seem strange to a non-ultra-athlete: me: ‘I ran 76km…
Just as last month; the last weeks have been all about running… There’s some cycling and swimming as well, but those are not the long training-sessions (well, not…