It was the height of the day in SDW100 2023, and the mercury had hit 30°C. The tarmac road before me disappeared off into the horizon. This was Truleigh Hill: notoriously devoid of shade, and a prime catalyst for DNFs from heat exhaustion. I was overheating, but I couldn’t drink. I was saving the few

Things are heating up at the Arc of Attrition 100, as the Trail Explorer returns with a sub-26 hour goal. With unseasonably good conditions and crew in support, can he pull it off?

One man has a vision to overturn his lifelong fear in one fell swoop. He just needs to run the world’s toughest mountain race, and slay the Welsh Dragon. Can he fulfil his vision and emerge victorious? Or will his demons take hold…

“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.

“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