It must be of the worst places on earth to run – on a treadmill, battered by wind, in the middle of the sea. So how did the race become a reality?How I ran a half marathon on Sealand The days of Captain Scott are over: there are no new continents to discover, no great peaks yet to climb. Yet adventure remains, often surprisingly close to home. Take the Principality of Sealand, a self-declared country lying seven miles off the east coast of England.For the uninitiated, Sealand is a gunning tower-turned-island-nation, comprising two hollow steel legs and a platform roughly Read More

Source:: The Guardian