When I ran, I ran for pleasure.
I didn't run for times, to win, to impress: I ran for me.
When I ran my bum cheeks rubbed together, so much so that if I was going on a long run I'd have to 'lube up'.
I maintained that I was not a 'real' runner - I just liked to run so that I could eat cake.
Anna was never anything like those 'real' runners on telly - all spindly limbs, tiny shorts and split times - but when she read about New Zealand's 3,000-kilometre-long Te Araroa Trail, she began to wonder.
perhaps being a 'real' runner was overrated.
Maybe she could just run it anyway?Travelling alone through New Zealand's backcountry for 148 days, she scrambled through forests, along ridge-lines, over mountain passes, along beaches and across swollen rivers.
Running up to 52 kilometres in a day, she slept wild most nights, and was taken into the homes and hearts of the kiwi people in between.
The Pants of Perspective is a witty, colourful and at times painfully raw account of a journey to the edge of what a woman believes herself to be capable of.
It is a coming-of-age story which will lead you on a roller coaster ride through fear, vulnerability, courage and failure.
For anyone who has ever dreamt of taking on a great challenge, but felt too afraid to begin - this story is for you.
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The pants of perspective: one woman's 3,000 kilometres running adventure through the wilds of new zealand, hardcover/Anna Mcnuff
