over 100 miles in one go appals me. I ran 50 miles last year in the Alps and had to be jolted out of a near-death experience with a shot of adrenaline. The Marathon des Sables might have been longer than the Jordan thing, but at least they made you
when preparing for the Marathon des Sables – my first-ever endurance race.“The French organisers being French, of course, stubbornly refused to translate any of their notes into English. “And my French being what it was, I had to translate
have to be almost too ghastly to contemplate – you may recall that I ran the Marathon des Sables with three broken ribs. However, this week I really thought I’d hit pay dirt. On Sunday, I clambered arthritically aboard a docile old horse with a Roman
– the Marathon des Sables. (Incidentally, given the recent events in Casablanca, will it ever be run again?)Anyway, I couldn’t train. To put one foot in front of the other was to experience the martyrdom of St Sebastian while having one’s lungs scraped out with a
was relaying a recording of the alleged comedian, Bernard Manning.Rory was right about the dream thing. The inaugural MOB, a 174-mile middle England cousin of the Marathon des Sables, was looking like the most surreal event of my running career. And I hadn
