In his paean to the sport, Feet in the Clouds, Richard Askwith explains pithily: “You run up the fell; you run down again.” Simple it may be; easy it is not. Unlike trail running, which generally stic

Let your running loose

I have a terrible habit of signing up for races I’m wholly unsuitable for. First there was the fatbike challenge in the Arctic Circle in midwinter – a chilly affair that saw me trudging through the sn

I’ve been thinking about this climb for months. If I can just get up it, I’ll feel I’ve broken the back of this brutal bike leg. But talking of broken backs, mine is straining. Like fudge doughnuts, s

sense of anticipation hangs in the air as engines rev and rumble. And then they’re off. Vintage Bentleys, Ferraris and Aston Martins slide across the frozen lake, powder snow spraying in their wake. S

It’s a dog’s life. Staying in Val Cenis, the day started cold, but with the astonishing clarity of sunshine and light you only find in the mountains in winter. Kitted out in my warmest gear, I took th