Monday, 21 July 2025
USA 2025 - Fundraising Milestone
Sunday, 20 July 2025
USA 2025 - 7 days later
Saturday, 19 July 2025
USA 2025 - 6 days later
Friday, 18 July 2025
USA 2025 - Back Home
Thanks to those kind folk who have donated and continue to do so. Over £29,000 has been raised so far for St. Benedict’s Hospice during this campaign. The support has been immense. If you’d like to make a donation then there is still time to do so at https://www.justgiving.com/page/rungeordierun2025.
Wednesday, 16 July 2025
USA 2025 - Goodbye
USA 2025 - Packing up
USA 2025 - A great night of celebration
Tuesday, 15 July 2025
USA 2025 - 2 days later
Monday, 14 July 2025
USA 2025 - Dropping the RV off
Day 74 of the run across the USA 2025
The overnight stop at Mexican Hat, Utah made for a very uncomfortable sleep. The temperature didn’t cool down until around 0230. That was my cue to get some sleep before the 0515 alarm.
I noticed a single solitary star in the sky. I had also done last week on the Sunflower Road. I didn’t mention the significance of it in my blog. My Mam had left me a letter to read after she died. Part of it read “if you look up to the night sky and see a single solitary star, then you’ll know I’m watching over you”. If you believe in that type of thing or not, I found it very comforting.
We set off at 0545 on the short journey to a mile away from Forrest Gump Point. The sun was just about rising behind me as I set off on the “final mile”. There was barely a sound to be heard. It felt so peaceful out there on the road.
I spoke to Donna briefly to tell her that I’d started. Then, unplanned, I spoke to camera via a Facebook Live session. That lasted until the signal cut out and I switched to my iPhone camera instead.
The mile flew by and I could that famous stretch of road being unveiled by the rising sun. It was like the curtain raising at a theatre.
As you can tell from the video below I was very happy with the ultimate outcome of my running/fundraising exploits.
In what felt like the blink of an eye, I reached the end of the “final mile” at Forrest Gump point. My feet ached even after that short distance.
My socials said “I think I’ll go home now. Almost 13,000 miles of running ends here. As it was meant to be.”
All throughout the final mile I felt at peace. I have the closure to my grief that I’ve spent many years and tens of thousands of miles searching for. As mad as it may sound, I would not have wanted any other outcome to this tour than the one I got today.
There is no regret or disappointment in me at all. There is simply gratitude and pride at a job well done.
The response on social media and the amount of donations made soon after I finished was incredible. At the time of writing (21:13 in a hotel in Las Vegas. It’s a long story which I’ll cover later this week) £25,766 has been raised for St. Benedict’s Hospice. I’m aware of some pledges in the pipeline too so it won’t stay at that amount for much longer.
The mile served as the perfect birthday present. I later chuckled at a card that was sent to me by Donna.
The coverage on NUFC.com helped massively to boost the funds for St. Benedict’s Hospice.
The money raised for various charities including St. Benedict’s Hospice via Run Geordie Run is quite something. The generosity and kindness shown is very difficult to comprehend.
These numbers will continue to grow in the future. I just need to figure out how in due course.
It’s important not to think of these numbers in terms of pure pounds and pence. It’s the difference that money can make to a charity such as St. Benedict’s Hospice that’s hugely important.
I’m one of many volunteer fundraisers. Together we are making a significant difference to the lives of terminally ill people and their families. If you’ve supported my fundraising efforts then you should feel very much as proud as I do right now.
If you haven’t yet got round to making a donation then please visit:
https://www.justgiving.com/page/rungeordierun2025.
There will be more to write about in the coming days, weeks and months so please tune in to the blog and socials.
In the meantime, it’s good night from an air-conditioned hotel room in Las Vegas. The RV is parked outside in the middle of an extreme heat warning. The air con is set to 67. I’m blumming freezing!
TUNE OF THE DAY: Forrest Gump Suite - Alan Silvestri
Day 73 of the run across the USA 2025
Saturday involved driving from the overnight stop outside a police station in Walsenburg, Colorado to Mexican Hat, Utah. As has already been explained in the blog post below, this would allow me to get an early start and run the “final mile” on Sunday (my birthday).
It was my Wedding Anniversary but set to be quite a unique one. 11 years ago, Donna and I tied the knot in Bamburgh.
Deb and I had a hearty breakfast in Walsenburg before we set off.
Deb drove the entire way. It was almost 400 miles through Colorado and into Utah. It was an eventful journey to say the least. Mountain passes of almost 11,000ft, desert badlands, disintegrating roads, sheer drops, roadworks and long diversions sums it up. It was an epic journey.
The laundromat visit in Alamosa, Colorado broke the journey up. While I “supervised the tumble dryer”, Deb worked liked an absolute demon; emptying the RV of all we no longer needed. “Some” of it went in nearby dumpsters. The non perishable food items, camp chairs and 3 large slabs of water were given to a local resident called Misty who was cleaning up outside the laundromat with her dog Macaroni.
Fast forward many hours and miles and we checked in to the RV park at 7pm in Mexican Hat, Utah. It was almost 40 Celsius!
The next few hours were spent packing suitcases and disposing of more unwanted items. I’ll not be wearing that XL hoodie anymore for example! We were both sweating buckets.
For what it was worth, I had a shower and tried to get some sleep. It was about 0245 by the time that happened. The wake up alarm was 0515!!
Sunday, 13 July 2025
The run across the USA 2025
“As long as I can put one foot in front of the other and run to raise funds for St. Benedict’s Hospice I will do so” is a phrase I’ve both spoken and written many times over the past 31 years.
At 4.30pm on 11th July 2025 I felt that I could no longer do that. It had taken almost 13,000 miles since I started running to raise funds for the hospice for my feet to say “no more” and “enough is enough”.
DAMAGED FEET
This current coast to coast run across the USA is far more difficult than I could have ever possibly imagined. Trust me when I say that “I can imagine quite a bit”.
I never thought that the run across Australia, back in 2013, would be beaten for difficulty. It absolutely has, without a shadow of a doubt. Not for the reasons I envisaged however.
When I started this run across the USA on May 1st 2025, things were going as well as could be expected. I was on track with the daily mileage. As soon as I hit the Appalachian Mountains in Pennsylvania things started to go from bad to worse where my feet were concerned.
The superficial damage to my feet was just about treatable by day 7. I say “just about” but it would have been enough for me to reasonably stop there and then.
Given the damage to my feet, every day I said to myself “I have no right to be able to continue to move forward across the USA”.
While progress was being made, it wasn’t at the rate that I’d planned for. On average, I was losing 5.5 miles every day. While I was supposed to be running 32 miles I was able to achieve 26.5. Over time, that added up to an insurmountable mileage deficit.
I had planned to overcome the deficit by extending the run by 12 days. Without having a support team and the expiry of the RV rental, that would have meant that Donna (my wife) would fly to the USA for the final stages and we would live out of a rental car. That’s the approach that was taken in Australia back in 2013.
As much as the mileage deficit was insurmountable by day 72 it became very obvious to me that the issues with my feet were too. And then some.
It was incredibly frustrating that ankles and above I was in good shape. I had a really good “engine”, no aches or pains and somehow had remained injury free. If only I could say the same for my feet.
THE SUPPORT TEAM
With the help of the support team, I was able to continue far longer than could be expected. It’s only right that I pay tribute to them at this point. They, like me, are unpaid volunteers. They have travelled to and from the USA at their own expense, often showing a huge degree of flexibility as I fell behind on the mileage.
Although not a single member of the support team admitted to me, they have often had to endure horrendous conditions. Living in an RV, particularly one that doesn’t function properly (we had no flushing toilet or shower at various points during the first 30 days!) is far from easy.
We have endured torrential storms where water was pouring in to our living quarters. The searing heat has also had to be contended with. Imagine, sitting in an RV at 40 Celsius, waiting for me to catch up, day in and day out. There is also the responsibility of cooking, cleaning and maintaining the RV. I’ve never done the job myself but it looks far from easy and is a huge responsibility to put on someone. That is not lost on me. I have the upmost amount of respect and gratitude to all of the team who have supported this run. To Deb, Carlton, John, Alan and Thomas I say “thank you”. I would not have managed to get 1866 miles across the USA without your incredible support.
I must also thank Steve, Phil and Graeme who were due to join the team in the latter stages. I hold your contribution as highly as those who did manage to support on the ground.
There have been many times where I have felt undeserving of their support and sacrifice.
To say that the support team have gone above and beyond the call of duty is an absolute understatement.
DONNA
I’m writing this on the 11th anniversary of my marriage to Donna. No one has shown more unwavering support and sacrifice for my fundraising journey than my wife. She has been supportive and critical when absolutely needed. She has picked me up when I’m down and brought me back down to earth whenever it was necessary more times than I care to remember.
Donna is my rock, my guiding light and, after Órlaith our golden retriever, the love of my life. I have always thought of her as the Adrian to my Rocky or the Jenny to my Forrest Gump.
It’s so true that behind every great man is an even greater woman.
THE FINAL DAY
So back to those final moments on day 72. I had spent all day hobbling along the very barren Highway 10. I’d nicknamed it “sunflower road” due to the flowers of the same name that lined the road side. That’s very significant due to the sunflower being emblematic of St. Benedict’s Hospice. I felt like I had roadside support watching over me. In my mind, each flower represented someone who had been cared for at the hospice. There were thousands of sunflowers that day.
At mile 23, I could see the RV in the distance. It was pulled over at the side of the road. I was due to meet Deb there for some pasta. Within seconds, and for the first time on any event I’ve ever done, I admitted I was beaten. I could go no further given the state of my feet.
I made it to the RV and told Deb about my decision. In the heat of battle, I’m always wary of making a knee jerk decision. This felt very different to that. Deb and I talked it through. She was happy to support whatever decision or plan I had. Like the rest of the team, her support was unwavering.
My decision was final. For the first time in almost 13,000 miles I decided to put the health of my feet first. It’s probably something that I should have done after the run across Australia in 2013. I’m glad that I didn’t and that an additional £170,000 has been raised for good causes since then. And still counting.
THANK YOU
There is a long list of people to thank over and above those mentioned here. I will cover that on rungeordierun.com over the coming weeks. Yes, it will take that long over a number of articles.
WHAT NEXT?
Despite all that I’ve said, this run has a little way to go yet. On Sunday 13th July (my birthday) I shall be running the final mile of the Run Geordie Run chapter of my fundraising journey.
It is wholly appropriate that I do this in a place of great significance to me and my story.
In 1994, when my Mam was receiving treatment for lung cancer, I watched a movie that would go on to influence all of my fundraising activities. That movie was, of course, Forrest Gump.
My final mile will therefore be in Monument Valley. I will start running at sunrise one mile north of Forrest Gump point. The end point will be where the fictional character, played by Tom Hanks, decided to end his epic run.
That end point in itself is significant on many levels for me personally.
In the movie, Forrest then returns home and lives a happy life with his Jenny. That is exactly what I intend to do.
Since the death of my Dad and Mam in 1988 and 1995 respectively, I have spent a lot of time looking back. Now is the time to look forward.
It has been an incredible journey. The support shown to the charities I’ve raised funds for from all parts the world has been something I’ll be forever grateful for.
If you have been one of those kind people, thank you. I’ll speak more about that generosity in the weeks ahead on rungeordierun.com.
If you would like to join that group of kind people, in aid of St. Benedict’s Hospice, then please visit
https://www.justgiving.com/page/rungeordierun2025
For now, please watch out to see how the journey ends on Sunday July 13th around midday across all Run Geordie Run social media platforms.
Saturday, 12 July 2025
Day 72 of the run across the USA 2025
The overnight stop was very quiet. That meant a decent sleep was had. At one point I even had to pull the quilt over me.
The main issue that I have with sleeping is when my feet throb with pain or if I turn over and catch a blister.
I was certain that I could hear dogs barking in the distance during the night. Given that there weren't any properties around for many miles, they may have been wild.
We drove to the start line just as the sun was rising. The day got underway on Highway 10 at 0558. Given the situation with the deer flies biting my arms and legs, it was another day of covering up arms and legs. Not ideal in this heat but worth it.
The first meeting point for a water refill was at a large comms tower at the 6.5 mile point. It was an object that I’d been able to see for many hours yesterday and this morning.
The RV disappeared into the distance. It was at the 10 mile point. From where I was, it appeared to be just a tiny white dot on the horizon.
Although it didn’t feel like it, I was constantly climbing uphill. This has been the case for a few weeks now.
The pains in both of my feet were particularly bad today. It didn’t feel like the painkillers were having any impact at all.
I passed a herd of cattle. They immediately stopped eating and, as a group, turned to me and stared.
I met the RV at the 10 mile point. I had a wrap followed by a tactical snooze. I’d not intended to sleep but had my feet raised on the bed. That was to try and reduce the pain. It partially worked. I got back out into the heat of the day. It was just 32 Celsius. Positively freezing compared to recent days.
At the 17 mile point, I could see the next 6 miles or so right to the horizon.
It looked like a storm was incoming at mile 19. Given the pain of my feet, I wasn’t at all bothered. I had bigger things to worry about.
I met the RV at mile 23.75 and decided that enough was enough. I couldn’t take any more pain today. The final few miles had been incredibly slow. My hands had become sore from grabbing onto the walking poles every time I winced with pain. It was nice for my feet to have a companion!
I got into the RV and slowly took my shoes and socks off. Some of the skin off my foot was attached to my sock. Nice! Deb gave my feet an inspection. It didn’t make for a pretty sight.
As I’m writing this blog my feet are part tingling and part throbbing with pain. I’m just hoping for a decent nights sleep.
TUNE OF THE DAY: Too Beautiful To Last - Engelbert Humperdinck
Continued thanks goes to those that have visited my JustGiving page and made a donation to St. Benedict's Hospice. The fund is now well on the way to £24,000.
If you would like to make a donation, please use the link below or scroll to the top of the page for the 'click here to donate' button.
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