Running wild

It’s 7pm. There is just 5km left between me and the cod drying rack that marks the finish of this race. I’ve got a cramp in my left thigh. I’m soaked through and just about to set foot into the forest

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My world had shrunk to a bouncing circle of torchlight and a cloud of foggy breath. The only sounds were my breathing and the repetitive crunch of my footfall on the frozen trail. It was December and

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