IN THE WINTER OF 2011, I was an angry trail runner. As I am reminded by my inked words on page 10 of the first “Collector’s Edition” of Trail Run Mag, its debut in print.
There I was, launching a new magazine on a whim, an agnostic prayer and a retrenched man’s budget, hoping to inspire Australia’s then-nascent trail running community with words and imagery of dirty goodness, and all I could commit to the page was anger. Anger at
