Written by Jaryd Clifford
The art of placing one foot in front of another offers up an infinite collection of incredible stories. Too many of which will never be told. It is an inadvertent omission, a regrettable consequence of the modern worlds saturation of inspiration. Due to this, some people...
Written by Jaryd Clifford - Runner's Tribe
Six seconds in the marathon is nothing, but for Liam Adams, it was everything. For a fleeting moment after crossing the finish line of the Gold Coast Marathon, frustration erupted. “Fuck. That was weak as piss. You stuffed that up,” he yelled. Stumbling...
ALTITUDE | A column by Jaryd Clifford – Runner’s Tribe
“It is not the mountain we conquer, but ourselves.”
Sir Edmund Hillary
In the mountains, even the strongest stumble. Every step is gruelling, every breath a battle. It is an environment that demands courage. It is a place where only the toughest survive. It...
Written by Jaryd Clifford | Runner's Tribe
Twenty years ago, in the mountains of Tigray, a young shepherd boy herded cattle for his family. The rugged terrain was this boy’s comfortable place, his first home. On April 27, that same young boy from rural Ethiopia will stand on the start...
Philo Saunders set to challenge Bernard Lagat’s World Record – “I’ve never thought about how old I am. Just how well I’m running.”
Written by Jaryd Clifford - Runner's Tribe
It is a cold morning in Flagstaff. A group of runners emerge onto a quiet mountain road in the surrounding forest. The...
Bryce Anderson – A glimpse of the future - Feature by Jaryd Clifford - Runner's Tribe
”I know I’m not the most talented runner in the world. I’m a grinder. I can hurt.”
In the mountains, a lone runner pounds the dirt. Through the lashing rain, his hardened legs skip through...
By Jaryd Clifford | Australian Athlete
Some races you never forget. They ingrain themselves in nostalgic memory, a reminder of human spirit and the will of the battling competitor. Over time, the characters become larger than life, their battles mythologised in storytelling. It is in these races that the greats...
A column by Jaryd Clifford – Runner’s Tribe
Under the African sun, a furious game of football is in full flight. The young boys dart around the pitch, their skinny legs whirring a hypnotic dance. The dust they kick-up ascends into a cloud of fire that rains down on them,...
A column by Jaryd Clifford – Runner’s Tribe
Under the bright lights of the Stade de France, Genevieve Lacaze’s feet are dancing the final crescendo of an epic story. She is smiling. Her body is in a world of hurt, yet she smiles – she is invincible. With each step, she...
In 1998, a young runner from New South Wales lay shattered on the Olympic Park track in Melbourne. His name was Martin Dent, and moments earlier he had come to a grinding halt, his panic-stricken face awash with realisation. It was the Australian junior steeplechase final, and while leading the race, he had forgotten to hurdle the all-important water jump. His race was over, and there was nothing he could do. It was his fault, and he knew it. Rising slightly from the track, he began to pummel his fist into the ground, his frustration released in a brief, yet unforgettable tirade. It was this fierce passion that would one day take him to the Olympic Games, and make him one of the toughest runners in Australian history.
