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Katie Stone
Writer, runner, reader, Kiwi.
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Current location: Londinium
Still recovering from this epic (gruelling) blat over some of the most rugged terrain in the Peak District. Good to have knocked this bastard off.
https://awomanwanders.com/2026/04/19/wandering-the-mountain-edition/
Still recovering from this epic (gruelling) blat over some of the most rugged terrain in the Peak District. Good to have knocked this bastard off.
https://awomanwanders.com/2026/04/19/wandering-the-mountain-edition/
Still recovering from this epic (gruelling) blat over some of the most rugged terrain in the Peak District. Good to have knocked this bastard off.
https://awomanwanders.com/2026/04/19/wandering-the-mountain-edition/
Still recovering from this epic (gruelling) blat over some of the most rugged terrain in the Peak District. Good to have knocked this bastard off.
https://awomanwanders.com/2026/04/19/wandering-the-mountain-edition/
Still recovering from this epic (gruelling) blat over some of the most rugged terrain in the Peak District. Good to have knocked this bastard off.
https://awomanwanders.com/2026/04/19/wandering-the-mountain-edition/
Took me half an hour and a lot of cursing to create this post so please fckn appreciate it.
Took me half an hour and a lot of cursing to create this post so please fckn appreciate it.
Took me half an hour and a lot of cursing to create this post so please fckn appreciate it.
Took me half an hour and a lot of cursing to create this post so please fckn appreciate it.
Well, 2025. You were bloody amazing.
Yes, I probably posted too often but no, I don't care, because after five rather rubbish years this last one was blimmin excellent, and I spent most of it going HOLYSHITISTHISEVENHAPPENING.
Some of the best bits:
⭐️ Ran 8 trail half marathons/20 milers and made the podium in every one
⭐️ Went to Athens, Warsaw, Poznan, Catania, and Palermo
⭐️Saw Robbie Williams, Alanis Morissette, Patti Smith (ft. Johnny Depp😂), Deirdre O'Kane, Stephen Fry, Lenny Henry, Ricky Gervais, Judi Dench, and Ian McKellen live on stage
⭐️Saw Ian McKellen having coffee in Wimbledon and he SMILED AT ME yes he totally did
⭐️ Explored Liverpool, Manchester, the Chilterns, Dorset, York, Sussex, Edinburgh, Eastbourne, Brighton, Otley, Leeds, Exeter
⭐️Ran a half marathon in Poznan with 14000 people and probably 100000 cheering Poles banging pots and pans
⭐️ CRIED MY WAY through ninety bloody heatwaves in a London rooftop flat that was basically an oven with a bed
⭐️Filled the aforementioned flat with more clothes than I've ever had in my life thanks to London's infinite charity shops
⭐️ Survived (and finished second woman) in a freakin MAD 33km mud-and-sleet trail run in west Yorkshire
⭐️ Saw more West End productions that I can even count
⭐️Finished the year gatecrashing an Eastenders NYE party in Exeter 😂
If 2026 is even close to this good, I'll be fairly pleased😁
What better way to spend a wintry Sunday than running muddy trails?
Wearing tinsel and baubles? 🤪
The Mince Pie Pi Run = run as many 'pi' (3.14 miles) laps as you wanted. I was first to finish five (goal was four) so I was happy to call it quits and toddle off with a box of Sainsbury's finest mince pies 😂
Beautiful course ft. one swampy puddle and one hands-and-knees clamber up a sandy hill (orange palms, muddy arse, sand in my teeth...)
Best part was trying to guess the reaction of each local I passed: surprised, amused, or totally deadpan 🤣
What better way to spend a wintry Sunday than running muddy trails?
Wearing tinsel and baubles? 🤪
The Mince Pie Pi Run = run as many 'pi' (3.14 miles) laps as you wanted. I was first to finish five (goal was four) so I was happy to call it quits and toddle off with a box of Sainsbury's finest mince pies 😂
Beautiful course ft. one swampy puddle and one hands-and-knees clamber up a sandy hill (orange palms, muddy arse, sand in my teeth...)
Best part was trying to guess the reaction of each local I passed: surprised, amused, or totally deadpan 🤣
What better way to spend a wintry Sunday than running muddy trails?
Wearing tinsel and baubles? 🤪
The Mince Pie Pi Run = run as many 'pi' (3.14 miles) laps as you wanted. I was first to finish five (goal was four) so I was happy to call it quits and toddle off with a box of Sainsbury's finest mince pies 😂
Beautiful course ft. one swampy puddle and one hands-and-knees clamber up a sandy hill (orange palms, muddy arse, sand in my teeth...)
Best part was trying to guess the reaction of each local I passed: surprised, amused, or totally deadpan 🤣
What better way to spend a wintry Sunday than running muddy trails?
Wearing tinsel and baubles? 🤪
The Mince Pie Pi Run = run as many 'pi' (3.14 miles) laps as you wanted. I was first to finish five (goal was four) so I was happy to call it quits and toddle off with a box of Sainsbury's finest mince pies 😂
Beautiful course ft. one swampy puddle and one hands-and-knees clamber up a sandy hill (orange palms, muddy arse, sand in my teeth...)
Best part was trying to guess the reaction of each local I passed: surprised, amused, or totally deadpan 🤣
What better way to spend a wintry Sunday than running muddy trails?
Wearing tinsel and baubles? 🤪
The Mince Pie Pi Run = run as many 'pi' (3.14 miles) laps as you wanted. I was first to finish five (goal was four) so I was happy to call it quits and toddle off with a box of Sainsbury's finest mince pies 😂
Beautiful course ft. one swampy puddle and one hands-and-knees clamber up a sandy hill (orange palms, muddy arse, sand in my teeth...)
Best part was trying to guess the reaction of each local I passed: surprised, amused, or totally deadpan 🤣
What better way to spend a wintry Sunday than running muddy trails?
Wearing tinsel and baubles? 🤪
The Mince Pie Pi Run = run as many 'pi' (3.14 miles) laps as you wanted. I was first to finish five (goal was four) so I was happy to call it quits and toddle off with a box of Sainsbury's finest mince pies 😂
Beautiful course ft. one swampy puddle and one hands-and-knees clamber up a sandy hill (orange palms, muddy arse, sand in my teeth...)
Best part was trying to guess the reaction of each local I passed: surprised, amused, or totally deadpan 🤣
Not entirely sure I enjoyed that 🥴
33km of freezing rain, calf-deep mud, ankle-wrenching rocks and roots - and entirely self-navigated, which I've never done before, but figured would be easy enough on my phone. WRONG. Phone navigation is for cities - not for slogging through the unmarked woodlands and swampy sheep farms of West Yorkshire in the cold November rain. Between trying to follow the blue dot while keeping the gpx viewer open (it didn't like raindrops) and screaming NO I DON'T WANT TO REVIEW THIS APP RIGHT NOW and WHY IS NO ONE ELSE AROUND and slithering down hills like a lost fish weighed down with gels and jellybeans and pretzels, I somehow made it to the finish to be handed a cheese toastie and the trophy for second woman 😂
Would I do it again?
Absolutely f*cking not.
Not entirely sure I enjoyed that 🥴
33km of freezing rain, calf-deep mud, ankle-wrenching rocks and roots - and entirely self-navigated, which I've never done before, but figured would be easy enough on my phone. WRONG. Phone navigation is for cities - not for slogging through the unmarked woodlands and swampy sheep farms of West Yorkshire in the cold November rain. Between trying to follow the blue dot while keeping the gpx viewer open (it didn't like raindrops) and screaming NO I DON'T WANT TO REVIEW THIS APP RIGHT NOW and WHY IS NO ONE ELSE AROUND and slithering down hills like a lost fish weighed down with gels and jellybeans and pretzels, I somehow made it to the finish to be handed a cheese toastie and the trophy for second woman 😂
Would I do it again?
Absolutely f*cking not.
Not entirely sure I enjoyed that 🥴
33km of freezing rain, calf-deep mud, ankle-wrenching rocks and roots - and entirely self-navigated, which I've never done before, but figured would be easy enough on my phone. WRONG. Phone navigation is for cities - not for slogging through the unmarked woodlands and swampy sheep farms of West Yorkshire in the cold November rain. Between trying to follow the blue dot while keeping the gpx viewer open (it didn't like raindrops) and screaming NO I DON'T WANT TO REVIEW THIS APP RIGHT NOW and WHY IS NO ONE ELSE AROUND and slithering down hills like a lost fish weighed down with gels and jellybeans and pretzels, I somehow made it to the finish to be handed a cheese toastie and the trophy for second woman 😂
Would I do it again?
Absolutely f*cking not.
Not entirely sure I enjoyed that 🥴
33km of freezing rain, calf-deep mud, ankle-wrenching rocks and roots - and entirely self-navigated, which I've never done before, but figured would be easy enough on my phone. WRONG. Phone navigation is for cities - not for slogging through the unmarked woodlands and swampy sheep farms of West Yorkshire in the cold November rain. Between trying to follow the blue dot while keeping the gpx viewer open (it didn't like raindrops) and screaming NO I DON'T WANT TO REVIEW THIS APP RIGHT NOW and WHY IS NO ONE ELSE AROUND and slithering down hills like a lost fish weighed down with gels and jellybeans and pretzels, I somehow made it to the finish to be handed a cheese toastie and the trophy for second woman 😂
Would I do it again?
Absolutely f*cking not.
Not entirely sure I enjoyed that 🥴
33km of freezing rain, calf-deep mud, ankle-wrenching rocks and roots - and entirely self-navigated, which I've never done before, but figured would be easy enough on my phone. WRONG. Phone navigation is for cities - not for slogging through the unmarked woodlands and swampy sheep farms of West Yorkshire in the cold November rain. Between trying to follow the blue dot while keeping the gpx viewer open (it didn't like raindrops) and screaming NO I DON'T WANT TO REVIEW THIS APP RIGHT NOW and WHY IS NO ONE ELSE AROUND and slithering down hills like a lost fish weighed down with gels and jellybeans and pretzels, I somehow made it to the finish to be handed a cheese toastie and the trophy for second woman 😂
Would I do it again?
Absolutely f*cking not.
Honestly, trail runners are the best people in the world 🙌
I go to these events totally alone and I always leave with a few more people in my life.
This race - a fairly brutal uphill/downhill battle in Hurtwood Forest ft. sneaky roots and slippy rocks and insane climbs and f**king ACORNS (!!) - was all about getting your arse whipped by the terrain. Just my thing 😁
Weeks ago, I messaged the race director about getting a ride from Guildford. He put me in touch with Ahsan (another runner) who then offered to host me - and I had a lovely evening with his family talking about running and England and New Zealand and zombies 🤷♀️
I finished the race (3rd woman, yay!) to be presented with a homemade, foraged-fruits jam (in lieu of a trophy and infinitely better) plus brownies (baked by Rory the race director himself).
Scored a ride back to Woking train station with a lovely group of blokes from the local trail running club - one of whom turned out to have family in Waiuku (my birthplace in NZ!!) - and who insisted I come along to their next event (in June next year 😅)
Can't imagine a life without running 🙏
Honestly, trail runners are the best people in the world 🙌
I go to these events totally alone and I always leave with a few more people in my life.
This race - a fairly brutal uphill/downhill battle in Hurtwood Forest ft. sneaky roots and slippy rocks and insane climbs and f**king ACORNS (!!) - was all about getting your arse whipped by the terrain. Just my thing 😁
Weeks ago, I messaged the race director about getting a ride from Guildford. He put me in touch with Ahsan (another runner) who then offered to host me - and I had a lovely evening with his family talking about running and England and New Zealand and zombies 🤷♀️
I finished the race (3rd woman, yay!) to be presented with a homemade, foraged-fruits jam (in lieu of a trophy and infinitely better) plus brownies (baked by Rory the race director himself).
Scored a ride back to Woking train station with a lovely group of blokes from the local trail running club - one of whom turned out to have family in Waiuku (my birthplace in NZ!!) - and who insisted I come along to their next event (in June next year 😅)
Can't imagine a life without running 🙏
Honestly, trail runners are the best people in the world 🙌
I go to these events totally alone and I always leave with a few more people in my life.
This race - a fairly brutal uphill/downhill battle in Hurtwood Forest ft. sneaky roots and slippy rocks and insane climbs and f**king ACORNS (!!) - was all about getting your arse whipped by the terrain. Just my thing 😁
Weeks ago, I messaged the race director about getting a ride from Guildford. He put me in touch with Ahsan (another runner) who then offered to host me - and I had a lovely evening with his family talking about running and England and New Zealand and zombies 🤷♀️
I finished the race (3rd woman, yay!) to be presented with a homemade, foraged-fruits jam (in lieu of a trophy and infinitely better) plus brownies (baked by Rory the race director himself).
Scored a ride back to Woking train station with a lovely group of blokes from the local trail running club - one of whom turned out to have family in Waiuku (my birthplace in NZ!!) - and who insisted I come along to their next event (in June next year 😅)
Can't imagine a life without running 🙏
Honestly, trail runners are the best people in the world 🙌
I go to these events totally alone and I always leave with a few more people in my life.
This race - a fairly brutal uphill/downhill battle in Hurtwood Forest ft. sneaky roots and slippy rocks and insane climbs and f**king ACORNS (!!) - was all about getting your arse whipped by the terrain. Just my thing 😁
Weeks ago, I messaged the race director about getting a ride from Guildford. He put me in touch with Ahsan (another runner) who then offered to host me - and I had a lovely evening with his family talking about running and England and New Zealand and zombies 🤷♀️
I finished the race (3rd woman, yay!) to be presented with a homemade, foraged-fruits jam (in lieu of a trophy and infinitely better) plus brownies (baked by Rory the race director himself).
Scored a ride back to Woking train station with a lovely group of blokes from the local trail running club - one of whom turned out to have family in Waiuku (my birthplace in NZ!!) - and who insisted I come along to their next event (in June next year 😅)
Can't imagine a life without running 🙏
Honestly, trail runners are the best people in the world 🙌
I go to these events totally alone and I always leave with a few more people in my life.
This race - a fairly brutal uphill/downhill battle in Hurtwood Forest ft. sneaky roots and slippy rocks and insane climbs and f**king ACORNS (!!) - was all about getting your arse whipped by the terrain. Just my thing 😁
Weeks ago, I messaged the race director about getting a ride from Guildford. He put me in touch with Ahsan (another runner) who then offered to host me - and I had a lovely evening with his family talking about running and England and New Zealand and zombies 🤷♀️
I finished the race (3rd woman, yay!) to be presented with a homemade, foraged-fruits jam (in lieu of a trophy and infinitely better) plus brownies (baked by Rory the race director himself).
Scored a ride back to Woking train station with a lovely group of blokes from the local trail running club - one of whom turned out to have family in Waiuku (my birthplace in NZ!!) - and who insisted I come along to their next event (in June next year 😅)
Can't imagine a life without running 🙏
I'm living my best life here in London.
Yeah, I miss my family. I miss the bush. The beach. Kereru. Possums. Good tomato sauce.
I miss having a Speights on the back porch with my Dad, looking out over green-blue hills of our farm.
I miss soft water.Farm-fresh eggs. The smell of silage (no, really.)
But there are a lot of things I don't miss. I won't list them, but Auckland and most of the people in it can f*ck off forever.
I've travelled and lived in some 40-odd countries and I'm older and messier for it, but I wouldn't have done it any other way. All roads have led to London, and London is the only place I want to be.
F*cked as it is.
Last night in York, I paid £50 (NZ114) for a double room with private bathroom, fluffy towels, a TV, fridge, kettle, a window that opened, hairdryer, and wee toiletries/coffee/hot chocolate. Five minutes walk to the city centre.
Tonight in Edinburgh, I'm paying £90 (NZ206) for a student hostel room with a single bed, a window that opens maybe 4cm, a toilet/bathroom shared between 10 other rooms, and a smell that's somewhere between stale Chinese food and a used sanitary pad. Twenty minutes walk to the city centre.
You better be worth it, Edinburgh 😅
Poznan half marathon 2025
14000 runners 🙌
21 degrees 🥵
DJs, loudspeakers, cheerleaders, maracas, drums, whistles, trumpets, pots and pans (yep)
No English 😂
The biggest, noisiest, and most organised-slash-chaotic race I've ever done. Huge goodie bags at the start (ft. beer), some thousand-odd portloos (incl. open urinals 😳), strict wave starts (ft. blue smoke), ninety billion enthusiastic volunteers (shrieking "WODER!" "ISO!" "CHOCOLATE!"), survival blankets handed out at the finish and free beer (well, one beer, crossed off your bib).
I was stuck in a pack of 1.45 plodders for the first 3km, which was hot and confusing for clumsy folk like me. Then had a wardrobe malfunction when my safety pin broke and I bled all over my bib trying to pin it back together (while running). All was great until 16km when my legs decided this was all silly idea and it should really be over now, not in five more km. It was hottt (for anyone who has been running in sub-10 degrees for past five months, which would have been most of us) and i saw at least three guys collapsed on the road in the last 2km. Made the mistake of taking a handful of (melted) chocolate at 18km and nearly vommed when I finally crossed the bloody finish.
Now for beer and pierogi 🙌
Poznan half marathon 2025
14000 runners 🙌
21 degrees 🥵
DJs, loudspeakers, cheerleaders, maracas, drums, whistles, trumpets, pots and pans (yep)
No English 😂
The biggest, noisiest, and most organised-slash-chaotic race I've ever done. Huge goodie bags at the start (ft. beer), some thousand-odd portloos (incl. open urinals 😳), strict wave starts (ft. blue smoke), ninety billion enthusiastic volunteers (shrieking "WODER!" "ISO!" "CHOCOLATE!"), survival blankets handed out at the finish and free beer (well, one beer, crossed off your bib).
I was stuck in a pack of 1.45 plodders for the first 3km, which was hot and confusing for clumsy folk like me. Then had a wardrobe malfunction when my safety pin broke and I bled all over my bib trying to pin it back together (while running). All was great until 16km when my legs decided this was all silly idea and it should really be over now, not in five more km. It was hottt (for anyone who has been running in sub-10 degrees for past five months, which would have been most of us) and i saw at least three guys collapsed on the road in the last 2km. Made the mistake of taking a handful of (melted) chocolate at 18km and nearly vommed when I finally crossed the bloody finish.
Now for beer and pierogi 🙌
Poznan half marathon 2025
14000 runners 🙌
21 degrees 🥵
DJs, loudspeakers, cheerleaders, maracas, drums, whistles, trumpets, pots and pans (yep)
No English 😂
The biggest, noisiest, and most organised-slash-chaotic race I've ever done. Huge goodie bags at the start (ft. beer), some thousand-odd portloos (incl. open urinals 😳), strict wave starts (ft. blue smoke), ninety billion enthusiastic volunteers (shrieking "WODER!" "ISO!" "CHOCOLATE!"), survival blankets handed out at the finish and free beer (well, one beer, crossed off your bib).
I was stuck in a pack of 1.45 plodders for the first 3km, which was hot and confusing for clumsy folk like me. Then had a wardrobe malfunction when my safety pin broke and I bled all over my bib trying to pin it back together (while running). All was great until 16km when my legs decided this was all silly idea and it should really be over now, not in five more km. It was hottt (for anyone who has been running in sub-10 degrees for past five months, which would have been most of us) and i saw at least three guys collapsed on the road in the last 2km. Made the mistake of taking a handful of (melted) chocolate at 18km and nearly vommed when I finally crossed the bloody finish.
Now for beer and pierogi 🙌
Poznan half marathon 2025
14000 runners 🙌
21 degrees 🥵
DJs, loudspeakers, cheerleaders, maracas, drums, whistles, trumpets, pots and pans (yep)
No English 😂
The biggest, noisiest, and most organised-slash-chaotic race I've ever done. Huge goodie bags at the start (ft. beer), some thousand-odd portloos (incl. open urinals 😳), strict wave starts (ft. blue smoke), ninety billion enthusiastic volunteers (shrieking "WODER!" "ISO!" "CHOCOLATE!"), survival blankets handed out at the finish and free beer (well, one beer, crossed off your bib).
I was stuck in a pack of 1.45 plodders for the first 3km, which was hot and confusing for clumsy folk like me. Then had a wardrobe malfunction when my safety pin broke and I bled all over my bib trying to pin it back together (while running). All was great until 16km when my legs decided this was all silly idea and it should really be over now, not in five more km. It was hottt (for anyone who has been running in sub-10 degrees for past five months, which would have been most of us) and i saw at least three guys collapsed on the road in the last 2km. Made the mistake of taking a handful of (melted) chocolate at 18km and nearly vommed when I finally crossed the bloody finish.
Now for beer and pierogi 🙌
Poznan half marathon 2025
14000 runners 🙌
21 degrees 🥵
DJs, loudspeakers, cheerleaders, maracas, drums, whistles, trumpets, pots and pans (yep)
No English 😂
The biggest, noisiest, and most organised-slash-chaotic race I've ever done. Huge goodie bags at the start (ft. beer), some thousand-odd portloos (incl. open urinals 😳), strict wave starts (ft. blue smoke), ninety billion enthusiastic volunteers (shrieking "WODER!" "ISO!" "CHOCOLATE!"), survival blankets handed out at the finish and free beer (well, one beer, crossed off your bib).
I was stuck in a pack of 1.45 plodders for the first 3km, which was hot and confusing for clumsy folk like me. Then had a wardrobe malfunction when my safety pin broke and I bled all over my bib trying to pin it back together (while running). All was great until 16km when my legs decided this was all silly idea and it should really be over now, not in five more km. It was hottt (for anyone who has been running in sub-10 degrees for past five months, which would have been most of us) and i saw at least three guys collapsed on the road in the last 2km. Made the mistake of taking a handful of (melted) chocolate at 18km and nearly vommed when I finally crossed the bloody finish.
Now for beer and pierogi 🙌
Poznan half marathon 2025
14000 runners 🙌
21 degrees 🥵
DJs, loudspeakers, cheerleaders, maracas, drums, whistles, trumpets, pots and pans (yep)
No English 😂
The biggest, noisiest, and most organised-slash-chaotic race I've ever done. Huge goodie bags at the start (ft. beer), some thousand-odd portloos (incl. open urinals 😳), strict wave starts (ft. blue smoke), ninety billion enthusiastic volunteers (shrieking "WODER!" "ISO!" "CHOCOLATE!"), survival blankets handed out at the finish and free beer (well, one beer, crossed off your bib).
I was stuck in a pack of 1.45 plodders for the first 3km, which was hot and confusing for clumsy folk like me. Then had a wardrobe malfunction when my safety pin broke and I bled all over my bib trying to pin it back together (while running). All was great until 16km when my legs decided this was all silly idea and it should really be over now, not in five more km. It was hottt (for anyone who has been running in sub-10 degrees for past five months, which would have been most of us) and i saw at least three guys collapsed on the road in the last 2km. Made the mistake of taking a handful of (melted) chocolate at 18km and nearly vommed when I finally crossed the bloody finish.
Now for beer and pierogi 🙌
Microwaved pierogi and packet sauerkraut because airport day was loooong and the only restaurants open now are Vietnamese or Indian and I refuse to have Vietnamese or Indian as my first meal here but also #ijustcantbefucked
Microwaved pierogi and packet sauerkraut because airport day was loooong and the only restaurants open now are Vietnamese or Indian and I refuse to have Vietnamese or Indian as my first meal here but also #ijustcantbefucked
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