6 days after the Loch Ness Marathon I found myself standing at the start of GMU 30, the Green Man Ultra (you know, the one in Ira’s book)’s little brother The Green Boy in a pub car park in Keynsham. It was 11am and I realised that the shit that had happened in the year, the sickness and the injuries were just tests. And despite getting low, feeling defeated you get over all the obstacles. And this, a self-nav 30 mile ultra (yes, I had bungled down from the 45) was just another test. And on it I would be joined by one of the greatest people I have met on my running journey, the table dancing sweetheart, young Keith Miller @teef2….