i am an ultrarunner

I run on roads. I run on trails. I run on track. I run on hills. I run with friends. I run alone. I run with music. I run without. I run to understand. I run to forget. I run to remember. I’m running from things. I’m running to things. I always run back home.

I run fast on short distances. I run a sub 4 hour marathon. I don’t follow a training plan.I prepare myself for challenges. I get chatty during events. I walk. Sometimes. I eat too much. I drink too much.

I was overweight. I lost 5.5 stone. I put on 2.5 stone when I started running ultras. I am fit. I am happy. I have muscles. I’m not a whippet mountain goat. I am determined. I’m not a slouch.

I live in the countryside. I work in London. I have a long commute. Then an 8 mile run. I run 160 miles a month commuting. I run with friends at the weekend.

I have a life. I enjoy other things. I love 1980s cars. Gadgets. Lists. I read. I cook. I bake. I have a wife. I take holidays that are not organised around races. Occasionally.

I am an ultrarunner. I am fast enough. I get the job done. I enjoy running. My enjoyment increases with the distance. I have not reached a limit. Yet.

I am Phil. This is a story of my transformation from ultra-slob to ultrarunner. From fat to fit. From out of shape 34 year old to a healthier ultrarunning 39 year old.