With the darkness seemingly endless right now it seems inevitable that your run will be some level of night. While I fully admit that I struggle to motivate myself to get out and run when its dark outside and the warmth of the sofa is oh so tempting, I find that once I am out I love running in the cold crisp darkness. But and it is a big but making sure I am visible and can also see where I am going is crucial especially living in a rural area like I do.
The thing I both love and fear about ultramarathons is the complete unknown of it all. You have no clue at the start of a race what you are about to put your body and mind through. You battle the physical and tangible things such as the distance, the weather, the terrain and the time on your feet but the things that are sometime more likely to put a full-stop to a story that should carry on writing are the endless mind fields of mental road blocks you face.
Well it is safe to say the title to this blog post is something I never ever thought I would be writing. Having been such a huge fan of The Running Channel for many years and secretly always dreaming of filming with them, actually working with them started in the most unremarkable way possible.
m, 62 miles, 100,000 metres, 130,000 steps, 328,000 feet, from Oxford Street in London to the streets of Oxford. Which ever way you measure it 100km is a bloody long way. distances just seem completely insurmountable and incomprehensible in equal measure. They felt like finish lines I doubted I would ever cross.
After a jam packed year of ultramarathons and testing out plenty of kit in the lead up to Marathon des Sables back in 2019 I’ve got a pretty good handle on my kit list now so thought with my races almost over for the year that I would pull together my go to kit list for the long miles ahead...
Running goals are like false summits, this may seem like a weird analogy but bear with me. You spend years climbing towards that time goal, eyes transfixed, and yet when you finally run under that certain time instantly you begin imagining if you could go faster and that next false summit edges through the cloud cover. The most potent example of this for me is the marathon distance.
The Morning Coffee Run was all started as a way to document my journey from an exercise phobic man struggling with depression to becoming an ultra runner who is always on the look out for the next adventure.
My blog now explores mental health, running kit reviews, race documentaries, and all the hard lessons I learned along the way.
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