I’m on a rooftop in Athens, looking towards one of the nearby mountains. I can get there by train, followed by another half-hour hike to the top. I hadn’t planned it, but I’ve just decided I’m going up there.
That freedom is what I like about travelling alone. With an organised group, you’re limited by what the group wants to do, and you might spend only part of your time doing what you came there to do. On my own, I can ask myself what I want to do now, then go and do it.
Running has given me an excellent reason to explore. Sometimes you don’t know where you want to travel unless you have a reason to go. An event gives me something to train for, then the reward is being able to go somewhere new. It’s taken me from Western Australia to Maine, Wales, Greece, and Gozo. Even with the long plane trips, the world feels pretty small.











