Taperland

Miles and miles and miles of single track under my sneakers. Hills and hills and hills tattooed into my quads and calves. Endless rhythms of breathe and footsteps and arm swings. All of the uphill slogs and downhill smiles have blurred into one beautiful, miserable, soggy, sunshiney, wonderful run.



It was a short but heavy build up from January to my last weekend running 80km in