Why?

For the blisters, the laughs, the twisted ankles, the bits that are runnable, the falls, the friendships, the soaking, the cous-cous-baby-bel-chocolate-tea in a mug mid-camp food combo, the mashed up quads, the challenge, the frustration, the exhilaration, the tiny tent, the praise of good waterproof clothing, the shear all-out fun of it. That's why.

Saunders Mountain Marathon 2010. Wet Sleddale. A bloody good weekend.