Twenty three kilometers done. My feet are finally touching some asphalt instead of sinking away in mud.

Tears roll down my eyes when I cross the finish line and fall into Sara’s arms. I’ve done it. I made it. My first ultra.

It’s so good to be back on the trails again. How I have missed you. It’s so good to see you again.

I finished it. Don't ask me how. The Three Mealls Trail race is the most brutal race I’ve ever done.

Five days to the trail race. But today first another walk. One where we think we see a fairy.