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For most of my life, I never gave much thought to whether I was British or English. I never thought I had to. I was born in England. I grew up in England. I went to school in England. I supported England when football tournaments came around. I drank tea, complained about the weather, queued patiently and considered myself, without question, English. Yet whenever I travelled abroad and someone asked where I was from or I needed to fill in a form, I would usually answer, "I'm

Two years ago, I stood on the start line having ran 6 loops at a Backyard Ultra in Stockholm and thought: “This is crazy. I’m never doing this again.” The following day and 165km later that thought had disappeared. What replaced it was something else entirely. Not sure what a BYU is – check this article out . From 39km to 165km overnight That first race at Winter Bay changed everything. My longest run before that was 39km. By the time I stopped, I had run 165km. That’s the be

In October last year, I set myself a goal that was as exciting as it was daunting: to run around the five biggest lakes in Sweden within...

People often ask me why I run. Why ultras? Why the long distances, the early mornings, the endless hours on the road or trail? Am I...