It was on my 3rd Delamere Spartan run that I was first introduced to the hills of hell. Club numbers hadn’t yet reached double figures and although there had been one other female on my first outing who had promised to return, she hadn’t been seen again since. Running along a pleasant flattish fire road James beackoned me over to the forest edge asking ‘Have you seen the hills of hell?’. I looked down the seemingly sheer drop and listened to James explaining the hills and bogs of ‘Hellrunner up north’. ‘You’ll have to try it one day’ James claimed.