week seven: a section of struggle street
Week seven of my True Blue Ultra training: my first full week, a flatter 14.5 kilometre route, and Struggle Street for the final part of Sunday's walk.
Read this postBack to no more mr fat guy
21 July 2026 to 16 January 2027
couch to true blue.
On 16 January 2027, four days before the fifteenth anniversary of the first no more mr fat guy post, I intend to be in Australind for the True Blue Ultra. These are the posts between the couch and that start line.
Progress posts
what happens next.
week six: the reasons to stop were screaming loudly
Week six of my True Blue Ultra training: a more complete training week, followed by 14 kilometres and a big mental battle on Sunday morning.
Read this postweek five: one lap's worth
Week five of my True Blue Ultra training: another quiet week, a 12.5-kilometre walk, one event lap's distance covered and a difficult final two kilometres.
Read this postweek four: back on my feet
A cold wiped out week three and most of week four, but I finished with a 9.5-kilometre walk in perfect conditions.
Read this postweek three: this is reality
Week three of my True Blue Ultra training was mostly wiped out by a cold. I rested, and I’ll pick things up from week four’s schedule.
Read this postweek two: the second half was more like work
Week two of my True Blue Ultra training: a miserable recovery walk, two 25-minute run-walks and 11.3 kilometres on Sunday.
Read this postweek one: not as bad as i had feared
Week one of my 25-week True Blue Ultra plan: three 20-minute run-walks, a 10 km walk, sore feet and legs, and an actual event to focus on.
Read this postsix months to fifteen years
Nearly fifteen years after the first no more mr fat guy post, I have entered the 75 km True Blue Ultra and I am starting again from the couch.
Read this postWhy Australind?
the same event, nearly fifteen years later.
The True Blue Ultra was originally the Australia Day Ultra. In January 2017, I covered 75 kilometres there while attempting the 100-kilometre event. Only afterwards did I realise that the weekend had coincided with five years of no more mr fat guy.