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  • Val d’Aran by UTMB: Where are my pants?

    Val d’Aran by UTMB: Where are my pants?

    “Your bag might arrive on the 11pm flight”, she offered, trying to sound reassuring. The fatigued airport employee had been dealing with complaints like this all day, and probably deserved a medal for her enduring professionalism in the face of adversity. To us, though, it all stank of unfounded optimism, if not plain whitewashing.

  • Grand Trail du Saint Jacques

    Grand Trail du Saint Jacques

    “Je dois… visiter… l’église”, I stuttered, practicing my pigeon French. I was being driven in a carpool, by quite possibly the world’s friendliest driver, who had been pointing out some of the local tourist attractions as he conveyed me to my apartment. The 10th century chapel towering above us, perched atop some sort of rocky

  • Crawley Track 24h: My First DNF

    Crawley Track 24h: My First DNF

    Crawley was a last-minute entry. A fortnight prior, I’d seen a notice on Facebook that a few places in the 24h race had become available, and had jumped at the opportunity for some practice at track running, in advance of Cockbain’s 25h track race later in October. I just hoped I’d be recovered from my