Running continues to impress me with the fresh ways in which it makes meeting strangers in rural car parks at night just about socially acceptable. Such venues are convenient for ultramarathon aid stations, or support points on fell running rounds (and popular among those who meet for alternative types of automobile-based, ahem, exercise – so I’m told). Now I’ve found a third option: orienteering.
In training for be the right way, let’s see!’ attitude. But that’s not such a clever attitude at the Barkley. Or, as I’ve found to my cost, in any running race.
