-eighties. In two weeks, I would be embarking on a 105-mile non-stop run across the Jordan desert with a full pack and a 62-hour deadline. And here was I, close to collapse after just 45 minutes of gentle ascent in the world’s most rapturously inviting climate
under an assumed name.It’s a mental thing. When Saturday arrives, in four days’ time, I’m supposed to run the Crazy Peak Experience – a 78K monster that climbs from the pretty Alpine resort of Davos, straight off the chocolate box into an awe
