Hell of the West “Morning! Excuse me?!” It was 3.30am, pitch black and I was standing outside the only lit, open doorway in the street, peering beyond the front
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70.3 Dubai I swerved and wobbled, narrowly missing the foot of a metre-high, bright orange cone separating the racecourse from the other three lanes of motorway. These oversized triangles
Freestyling through 2016 From dolphin dives to beached whales AB2086, ZRH – LPA. Currently suspended 37’178 ft above terra firma if the drop down screen in front of me is
Tales of the Little Cabbage Learning to think like a pro It could have been Angry Bird, The Champ, The Captain… maybe even an agressive Honey Badger or something
Thank you Marc! For making me believe in myself Back in Autumn of 2011, I was a wannabe triathlete recovering from a femoral neck stress fracture. In 2015, I