It all feels a little surreal – did I really complete a 100 mile trail race at the weekend? I’ve got one blister under my big toe nail, scratch marks on my neck from where my backpack rubbed, grazes on my legs from barbed wire and bracken, and a swollen right ankle, but other than that, I’ve been in much worse condition after running a marathon which makes things even harder to believe. I’ve also been pretty sleepy since just after 4am on Sunday morning and I’m starting to think that maybe it was all just a dream, and yet I have my medal and I have my punched checkpoint card which can only mean one thing – yes, I did run/walk 100 miles and yes, I did cross that finish line. Flashback to February 2013 – I reached my 40 th birthday and I was reminded of all those people that have a midlife crisis when reaching a milestone point in their lives, when they realize they are getting older and have the urge to do something outrageous to help them cope. I also had people telling me I nee...