Four Seasons In One Hour
Eddie Izzard would be proud of us. Our training regime goes from bad to worse.
The Famished Road – Part III
Hours Since Last Food: 48 hrs Hours Since Last proper meal: 72 hrs Miles Run Today: 10 Miles Run Overall: 25 12:02 Wow, didn’t expect that!
The Famished Road – Part II
The Famished Road – Part II Hours Since Last Food: 24 Hours Since Last proper meal: 48 Miles Run Today: 10 20:18 Just returned from our run today up the beautiful Rio
The Famished Road – Part 1
Its 20:30 on the first day of our “running lean” experiment, and everything is disappointingly normal. I have a light headache but no other discomfort, aside from the fact I am looking a little longingly at some smoked sausages that we have mistakenly left adorned around the galley. I could easily nail all of them. …
24 HOURS TO GO!!!
0500, Sunday 15 January 2012, Tortel, southern Chile, S 47°48 30, W 73°32. 20. I’ve just crawled out of bed. Can’t sleep. I’m writing emails in my sleep that shoot round and round in my head. Piles of dishes collect, stuff slumps onto the floor. All I can think about is the Berghaus Challenge and …
Could you design the worst training plan imaginable . . . ?
If you could design the worst training plan imaginable to prepare for a long distance run, what would it look like? For sure you would put a restriction on the amount of training miles the competitor could run. You would ensure they were physically exhausted by the time they arrived at the start line. Perhaps …
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John Davis; Migrations of the Homo sapiens
It’s not just Arctic terns, monarch butterflies and blue whales that undertake incredible journeys, their Homo sapien relatives are too! We’ve linked forces with fellow conservation adventurer John Davis. He has just completed (November 2011) a gargantuan 7,600 mile “Trek East” through
Wildlife ‘Soup’
Sooty shearwaters again this morning. Their rafts stretch for miles into a misty horizon. Hardly a breath of wind ripples the olive water. Lista Light skewers the hordes. The sound of pattering webbed feet as they scramble to take flight from their moving air field. Saltwater beads cascade in their wake. Their slim wings almost …
‘…even educated fleas do it . . . lets do it, lets . . . fall in love . . .!’
It’s mid summer’s day in the Southern Hemisphere and at 44 degrees south of the equator, that means a full 16 hours of sunlight. It’s a curious day in the calendar, where the sun’s zenith is at its furthest south, cultures around the world are full of stories and celebration. In Chile in means the …
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Drowned Rats
We’re still voyaging south. Indeed, at Lista Light’s (our old sailing boat) current pace we will be for several years more. Fishing boats, dolphins, sea lions, imperial cormorants, you name it; leave us flailing in their fishy wake. The ‘run-up to the run’ is not progressing quite at the desired rate.