Reaching the Edge of the UK
Today was a day to remember—a day of climbing hills, embracing the ocean breeze, and reflecting on the incredible journey of the past 10 days. Leaving Redruth just after 6 AM, I set out on the final stretch to Land’s End, savoring every step, every mile, knowing this would be my last run in the UK for now.
The route was challenging right from the start, with a mix of steep climbs and rolling descents. One highlight was running up to Carn Brea Castle in the dark. Passing through little villages like Carnhell Green, I took a moment to chat with Georgie at the kiosk—a small yet uplifting connection during the solitude of the run.
As I continued west, I could almost smell the ocean in the air—or maybe it was just my imagination pulling me toward the coast. After about 20 miles, I finally reached the ocean, and I couldn’t resist heading straight down to the sand. There’s something about the vastness of the ocean that fills me with happiness and peace. Standing there, with St. Michael’s Mount in sight, I felt grounded yet free—ready for what’s to come.
In Penzance, I met my crew for a quick hello. While it’s always great to see them, I don’t like stopping for too long—it disrupts the rhythm of the run. Then came the most intense climb of the day, perhaps the steepest I’ve ever encountered. Climbing out of Penzance was tough, but reaching the top felt like a victory in itself. From there, the road turned west, guiding me closer to my destination.
With only 8 miles left to run in the UK, I consciously reminded myself to savor each moment. I wanted to be fully present—to feel the ground beneath my feet, the cool air on my skin, and the strength in my legs carrying me forward. The hills kept coming, but so did the joy. Every step brought me closer to Sennen, and finally, to Land’s End.
As I ran down to the famous signpost, a wave of gratitude washed over me. Ten days ago, I started this leg of the journey in London, and now here I was, completing the UK stretch under dry skies and mild temperatures—not once, but twice, in one year. I couldn’t help but smile as I reached the signpost, happy and energized, knowing this is just the beginning of something so much bigger. A kind person even took a free photo of me at the signpost, capturing the moment with my big, triumphant grin.
Afterward, I refueled with scones and coffee (because what’s a milestone without a proper treat?) before folding up my buggy and loading it into the car with my temporary crew. The cold, wet weather on the drive didn’t bother me—it felt like a well-earned rest after 10 days of running.
Tomorrow, I’ll fly to Buenos Aires to prepare for the next stage of my World Run. If all goes as planned, I’ll start running on January 1st in the afternoon, beginning a whole new adventure.
Thank you for following along and supporting me on this journey. Each message, like, and word of encouragement makes all the difference. The journey continues—onward to South America!
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