I’ve reached a point in my life where I have a surprising amount in common with Gimli from Lord of the Rings. We’re both redheads, we’ve both run rather a long way across New Zealand (or Middle Earth, if you will) and we’re both far better suited to shorter distances.
For context: I recently tackled my first ultramarathon by way of a 50K trail race across the Central Otago region’s testing topography. But as a gym-goer weighing north of 95kg, I found that lumbering up hills for hours on end didn’t come particularly naturally to me – even if I did enjoy it in that “type two fun” kind of way.
