(SPOILER ALERT) The one that I won
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If you had ever told me that I would win a running race of any length, I would have laughed. But that is exactly what happened last weekend. I still can't believe it. My friend had booked a place in the C2C Railway Children Ultra 50 mile event. Unfortunately he wasn't well enough to enter and so offered me the place if I would fundraise for the charity. I was keen to do so, as helping street children is a cause close to my heart. Railway Children work in Tanzania and India, both countries I have visited in the past and have experienced first hand the plight of such children. It was just one week after my Man v Horse run over 24 miles in the South Wales mountains. I wasn't feeling at my freshest. The route was pretty uninspiring too. Although billed as 'The Essex Riviera', it basically took in the north bank of the Thames. Rain was forecast. I wasn't looking forward to it. Despite my misgivings, I arrived in Upminster for the start. The race was being organised