It usually starts around September “What do you want for Christmas?' my Mum asks me. Normally this is a bit of a struggle, but with my OCR obsession, the list last year was as long as my (out of proportion) arm. At the very top of this list was a training day with Doug “The Beard” Spence of Dirty Dozen races. Of course, try to explain this to your mum, who really doesn't approve of all of this muddy malarky (her response to the Tough Guy photo? “WHY on Earth would you do that

Tough Guy. The hardest race in the world? Yep. No seriously. Where do I start on an event like Tough Guy? I am sat here, 24 hours after standing at the start line of the safest most dangerous event in the world, I have a slight mind blank of what's happened over the last day (which could make this post slightly more random than usual). I still can't feel my fingers and toes on my left side, i'm sore as hell, and I'm trying to get my head around what actually went on. I'm just