I have always considered myself a lucky person not because everything in my life has always been rosy I reckon Ive had my fair share of thorns, but because every now and again something rather special happens unexpectedly.
Being given the opportunity to write this book was one of them. Meeting the gals and guys from the 100 Marathon Club was another. The two are, of course, inextricably linked and both have given me immense pleasure.
The first because it has long been my dream to be published; the second because occasionally we come across a person who is so uniquely special that we feel our lives have been enriched merely by meeting them. To meet over 30 such people within the space of nine short months as I have through the 100 Marathon Club, is more than lucky, it is a privilege and an honour.
It has also been humbling. Not least because these people are ordinary, every day people who have not been given any special privileges, in some cases quite the opposite some have even had to fight quite literally for their lives, and yet they have achieved so much. And what is most admirable is that they have done it all by themselves.
For each of them set their own challenges whether to raise money for charity, run faster or further or simply to add another marathon to their numbers, and each of them works hard to achieve them. Sometimes they succeed, sometimes they dont, but they never give up. They have the courage and determination to keep on trying, no matter what.
But it doesnt end with what they want to achieve for themselves. They also support and encourage each other in their endeavours and there is always a shoulder to cry on when things dont go to plan. Through their sport, they demonstrate all that is good in the human spirit and the most positive aspects of mans innate nature. They are also friendly, fun and a joy to know and I cannot thank them enough for the willingness and warmth with which they welcomed me into their remarkable family and shared their stories and their lives with me.
I stand in awe.
I have to thank the following contributors who gave so generously of their time and their stories, even though they were out running marathons most weekends and in some cases, even training in between and without whom there would be no book.
Roger Biggs, Martin Bush, John Dawson, Peter Dennett, Steve Edwards, Jerry Forde, Richard Fulford, Chris Heaton, Ron Hill, Adam Holland, David King, Gina Little, Dave Major, Linda Major, Jim Manford, Mike Marten, Brian Mills, Dave Moles, Janet Moles, Chris Monsey, Kay ORegan, David Phillips, Naomi Prasad, Steve Price, David Ross, Mel Ross, Allan Rumble, Jill Rumble, Kio Vejdani, Paul Watts, Osy Waye and Sid Wheeler.
With special thanks to: Malcolm Hargraves of Running Crazy Limited, without whom none of this would have happened; my publisher, John Blake (whose brilliant idea this book was in the first place) for having such faith in me and making my writing dreams come true; my editors, Lucian Randall, Allie Collins and Jane Donovan, who turned this book into something so much better than it would otherwise have been; Envy Design for coming up with such a fantastic cover; Gerry North for putting me in touch with one of the worlds greatest athletes; my family and friends for listening and never once telling me to shut up and my son, Jack Matthew Archer, who brought summer back into my life and whose brilliant idea it was to divide the book into 26.2 chapters.
I dedicate this book to my son Jack, who never stopped believing this day would come and who is without doubt the best thing that ever happened to me. Also in memory of my beloved mum and aunt, who taught me how to be just a little bit naughty.
L ooking back through my childhood I have vivid memories of being bullied because of my deformed hand and forever being told that I would find many things impossible. I could, therefore, perhaps be forgiven for not having achieved my potential by the time I left school in 1979. Not that I cared too much at the time; I found a job, discovered beer, clubs and, of course, girls. The world was my oyster. Or was it? Despite being a naive young man, I started to question where my life was going.
Two years later, I was drawn to a poster advertising the inaugural Coventry Marathon (my home town). Although I was only 18 and hadnt run since school, it was one of those special moments when something sparked in my mind. I couldnt really explain the feeling, not only did it seem the right thing to do, but it somehow seemed to suggest an opportunity to take a new path in life which could possibly lead to better things. After a bet with some mates, my decision was made.
Of course I didnt know the first thing about training for a marathon and did everything wrong, from wearing inadequate footwear to not hydrating properly and certainly not doing enough miles in training. I reached mile 15 in the race and began to wonder what all the fuss was about, a mile later I found out! Something hit me and it was as if my legs had decided to just pack up. I learned some time later about the wall, but at the time I didnt know whether to walk, sit down or give up. In the end, I did none of these and struggled on to finish in a time of 3 hours 38 minutes. After crossing the line I experienced a feeling like Id never felt before, one of accomplishment and sheer euphoria, it felt like Id conquered the world!
Unfortunately, that feeling faded somewhat the following day when I woke up to discover I had legs like gateposts and after attempting to walk down the stairs, I swore Id never run a marathon ever again! It was all I could do to go down the stairs backwards and a full week passed before I could walk normally again. Time, of course, is a great healer and several weeks later, I was back running again. Id found something special that I enjoyed, something that made me feel confident about myself and something that felt good, not only physically but also spiritually.
I wasnt aware at the time, but this was the start of an incredible journey. Not only a journey of personal achievement, but a journey that in time would see my wife and I travel to many wonderful places where we would meet many like-minded people with a common goal and make many new friends. It would give me the opportunity to put something back into the world, to inspire others and learn a lot more about myself as a human being, not only in terms of my character but to realise what an amazing machine the human body is.
In a world where obesity and alcohol abuse are on the increase, where role models are created from appearing on reality TV programmes and where the greater media seem intent on focusing on all the gloom and negative aspects of life, this book is about an amazing group of people who, like me, have followed an incredible journey in the sport of extreme marathon running. They are not famous nor are they generally known to the wider public community, why would they be? What they do is healthy, positive and inspirational, attributes that sadly have perhaps been forgotten in some parts of modern society and all the things so often overlooked by todays media in favour of so-called celebrity and TV-manufactured idols who are then held up as role models.
Call me old fashioned, but I was brought up to realise that the world owed you nothing, there were no short cuts, if you wanted respect it had to be earned and you only achieved success with hard work and dedication. To run 100 or more marathons requires determination, courage and endeavour. For the 100 Marathon runners, the reward of achieving that goal is not one of fame or fortune, but a way of life that no one can buy and, sadly, not many will ever experience. It is well known that more people have climbed Mount Everest than have run 100 marathons or more. I therefore feel both proud and privileged to have discovered that way of life from an early age.