moulesmariner
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Kilometre 34 Amnesia
It takes about three weeks for my brain to completely overwrite the memory of kilometre 34. Up until that point, the deterrent is purely physical. The kit stays at the bottom of the wash basket. My shoes sit by the back door under a crust of dried clay I can’t be bothered to brush off.…
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UKUltra – Dark Downs 50Km
Standing in a racecourse paddock at twilight waiting to run 50km through the dark feels like deliberate mischief. Between bonus elevation from a fictitious hill and managing the mental slump, here is the debrief from a cold night on the high chalk.
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An Accidental Ordinary
The pub was warm, loud with the usual end of day clatter, and thick with the familiar post-mortems of organizational life. A colleague casually threw a question across the table about my running, mentioning to the group that I had a race coming up. It was an easy, well-meant opening. My reply came without a…
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The Hole I’ve Dug Myself…
At the exact moment of typing this, I am two weeks, five days, and roughly ten hours out from the start line of the Dark Downs 50k. Which, as a momentary detour from my spiralling inner monologue, reminds me I still need to download the updated GPX file. But I digress. I’m currently sitting here…
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…Seasons of Change
If you had handed me a 2026 bingo card back in 2018 when I set up this little corner of the internet, I’m fairly certain none of the stamped squares would have made a lick of sense.