DELYTH LLOYD

Professional Adventure Racer

It’s 4am and you’ve been going for 36 hours already – clambering down a steep scree slope with the rocks falling away beneath your feet. The undergrowth is thick. You can’t see your feet. After an hour’s tricky descent fighting the lantana, climbing over fallen logs and decomposing forest vegetation, you hit the creek.

Half an hour later, rock hopping on the slippery creek bed looking for a creek junction, you eventually find checkpoint 32. Then you take a compass bearing back to a track and run on to the next leg.

Eight hours prior, you had been clambering through a mangrove swamp dragging a car tyre tube and tramping through the oyster shells on the river’s edge up to a foot deep in mud. And eight hours later you hope to be running down the beach to the finish line.

When it really matters, I know Wilderness Wear gear won’t let me down.