This site is called My Journey to Death Valley.
Both halves of that are true.
Death Valley is a real place. In July 2026 I ran 135 miles across it, in temperatures over 50°C, as one of 100 people invited to race Badwater 135. It took 39 hours. It is the hardest thing I have done.
Death Valley is also the name I give to the other thing. The stretch you have to go through rather than around. The bit with no shortcut, that no amount of privilege or money or cleverness gets you out of, where whatever you were performing falls away and you meet yourself as you actually are.
Everyone has a version of Death Valley. Mine happened to have a race number.
What you'll find here
The race itself, written up in full, including a deep dive into the fuelling and hydration for those who like that sort of thing.
Coaching calls with Fletch, my coach, recorded as we go rather than tidied up afterwards.
And the honest running commentary on what comes next: the injury, the identity, the training, the doubt, the arguments with my own inner voice. I am not on the other side of it. I am in it, writing as I go.
Two things I believe
No one makes this journey alone. Badwater has a tradition that you cross the finish line with your crew, and that is not sentiment, it is accurate. They are the reason you finish. Everything I do outside of running, including The Allegr Foundation and Walk+Talk, comes back to that.
And no matter how vast the challenge, there is always a way through. Finding it is our responsibility.