The picture above this post was taken in June 2015 by a friend who is no longer here. I had just moved to Chamonix and was slowly settling in when one of my new work mates announced she wanted to show me the Vertical Kilometre, a particularly steep trail above town. Having completed a couple ultra marathons, Elena was an experienced runner and I was happy to learn from her.
Running has never appealed to me. Living in London I saw countless runners every day and I simultaneously envied and pitied them. Their motivation was admirable but the city backdrop somehow sad. I remember one Saturday, when I still lived in Hackney, I went out to see if I could run 10k along the canal in under one hour. Turned out I could. It wasn’t even that bad but two days later my calves were so sore that I never […]