Mick’s is an amazing tale of open heart surgery, working in Alaska and returning to Britain with a new-found love for ultrarunning. “I started when I was in Alaska but on a treadmill. I had to, partly because I’d been enjoying American portion sizes slightly too much,” he laughs. On returning to friendlier running in Kent, Mick really got the bug and upped the ante, competing in a wide range of events from the brutal Lanzarote Ironman to biking solo from Land’s End to John O’Groats.
With time on his hands following retirement, he’s really got into ultrarunning. “I recently ran my longest single run from Boxley to Canterbury along the Pilgrims’ Way and North Downs way. The rain was supposed to pass within an hour but it stayed overhead for four hours.
“Rivers of knee-deep rainwater and bone-shaking thunderstorms ensued. Soon I was beyond wet, with puddles sloshing in my shoes and the crease of my shorts. I’ve never felt happier and capable of anything I set my heart on.”