Arrive awesome. That has become my mantra when running an ultramarathon.  For me, the joy is in the journey, not chasing a time.

In November 2014, I ran a solo ultramarathon of 860km over 12 days through remote and regional areas of New South Wales. The average daily temperature through these areas in November soars to the mid-forties and above. 

As a runner have you ever noticed the amount of pain we are willing to put ourselves through to earn shiny trinkets?

I could barely make the shape of the roof of our refuge below us.  We had started our climb during the night and the circle of mountains around us still wore heavily its cloak of darkness; the gracious, silent peaks bearing witness to our labour.  

Trail running comes with risks.  Beginner and experienced trail runners alike talk to me about the difficulties of isolation, navigation, a variable environment…

Wen Sulem contacted me after I posted on my Facebook page about an upcoming running adventure in South America. A complete stranger by every measure except one – the passion for trails that binds us all.

It only takes a tiny drop of imagination to turn the mundane into an adventure - a minute shift in perspective, a moment of being a little bit braver, a willingness to breathe deep and step forward.  Two years ago, a friend and I were living our typical afternoon...

It was twelve months ago, yet the impression of the scene remains fresh. Memories of perfection will do that; linger far beyond their time and just beyond the reach of the words to describe them.

The feeling happens inside of me. It’s like a delicious ping of the good juice. The release of endorphins, or a similar body chemical, tells me to get curious. If I am smart, I follow its direction. Six months ago, I recommitted to learning Spanish. It was obvious to...