This Bit Is All About Me, Me, Me
Ok, so I’m not a super-speedy sponsored fellrunner. I’m not lithe, svelt or chiselled. I sweat a lot. And swear occasionally. I walk up steep climbs. But gravity is my friend. I descend like a demonic boulder. On the whole I have the grace and elegance of a constipated wild beast.
Most running folk know me as Braveshorts or even FRB and maybe Neil-the-Scot.
In winter I’m recognised for my colourful bobble hats and occasional kilted plummage. In summer I’ll be seen rabidly seeking out water from brown, mirky puddles. I normally wear only a vest all year round.
I pitch myself somewhere in the middle of abilities. Not through choice.
I support others, thank marshals and continue to embrace the challenge of man vs nature. I like to think I belong to the fellrunning community – I enjoy the company and camaraderie of other bogtrotters.
Out on the fells or moors I firstly endure then enjoy; sometimes I manage both at once.
Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.