Ranger Ultras Pennine Bridleway 270
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Lizzie and I - tired but happy, with our 1st prize and finishers coasters. I've both run and taken part in triathlons for many years now, with the latter falling by the wayside post kids. Too much time and money (for all the gear) needed to train for triathlons - stick to running. It seemed like sensible reasoning at the time, when I dabbled in park runs or went for hour long trots in my local woods. I never ran too far and was never very speedy. Fast forward a few years, a move from Surrey to Derbyshire, a diagnosis of a 2nd chronic lung disease (bronchiectasis on top of asthma), and the discovery of the Spine Race, and my quest to go further and further had begun! Oh and the time and money thing? I'd have been better off sticking to triathlons! The timing wasn't great. Our youngest daughter started struggling massively with school, leading to a diagnosis of ASD and ADHD and, ultimately, a permanent exclusion from school. Running became so important to me as a way of