“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all” – Oscar Wilde

“It’s 10.30pm and I’m running full pelt across the banks of the fleet lagoon next to Chesil Beach in Dorset , buzzing off endorphins and a dose of caffeine and painkillers that would probably topple a cow. My mate and running partners running along next to me, we have another 25 miles of 65 miles to run…and for some reason we are laughing. What’s more, in retrospect this isn’t even that weird.


How did we get here, where are we going? Everyone’s asked themselves this question at some point for various reasons. And that questions come up a lot while doing some of the stuff I’m going to be writing about. It’s not about me trying to find myself, and more about trying to experience absolutely everything I can. Extreme sports, hiking, ultra-marathons, ultra swims, climbing, scrambling, hanging off mountains, and much more.

Relaxing is over-rated anyway….