The experiences of the MicroBiome Run programme, in chronological order.
The recipe originally came from Lee, but he lost me years ago at the spicy chicken wings. Even then, I somehow felt that there was a serious gap betwe
I once believed midlife would be about slowing down. What I didn’t expect was that at nearly fifty, I’d feel more precise, more tuned, and more alive t
By week thirty-two, he expected answers. A perfected protocol. The blueprint, the map, the control switch. But the further he went, the clearer it beca
He wasn’t there to win. Not even to prove anything. He was there to complete, not to compete. The first half of the run had felt almost unreal - steady
He never expected clarity to arrive mid-stride - yet that’s exactly how it happened. Somewhere between the silence of dawn and the rhythm of his feet o
In his thirties, he chased performance. In his forties, he chased recovery. But as fifty approached, he realized the race itself had changed. It was no
For most of his life, he thought of immunity as a defense line - soldiers waiting to attack viruses, pathogens, or anything foreign. But as he approach
Mood, Memory, and Microbes. Before this journey, he thought that mental health was only about neurotransmitters - serotonin, dopamine, GABA.
Cleaning House with My Gut’s Help. For years, he rolled his eyes at the word detox. It sounded like a marketing trick.
The Elite Forces of My Microbiota. In the past, he had dismissed probiotics as just capsules of “friendly bacteria” with labels more ambitious than their effect
My Microbial Inner Circle. Explaining the microbiota was always a balancing act. People wanted clear roles: good vs. bad, heroes vs. villains.
The Miracle Molecules. Back in the old days during university, he had thought of digestion in simple terms - calories in, nutrients absorbed, leftovers discarde
Cravings Are Clues. For decades, he treated cravings like enemies. Evening sugar, stress-snacking on chips, the strange urge for bread even when full.
Putting Out the Fire Inside. For years, he thought he was eating enough fiber. A salad here, a banana there, the occasional bowl of oatmeal.
It wasn’t just curiosity anymore - it was accountability. After months of restructuring his habits, feeding his microbes, and testing the limits of rhythm
He had always been suspicious of “sweet without calories.” It sounded like cheating nature. And the more he dug into the science, the more he realized that
He had felt it for years - that creeping fatigue that no coffee could fix. His labs looked fine, his diet clean. But deep inside, he knew something was off.
He once believed health was mostly about food, fitness, and rest. But the deeper he went into microbiota science, the more he realized another invisible
He’d eaten sauerkraut before. Occasionally bought kombucha. Maybe spread a little miso into soup. But until now, fermentation had been just flavor. Not
For years, he thought small indulgences were harmless. A glass of wine, a strong espresso, the occasional painkiller. Not excess, not abuse - just comfort.
The Testosterone-Gut Tango. He never obsessed over testosterone. But as he neared 50, he noticed things changing. Recovery slowed. Motivation dipped.
You Are What Grows On You. For most of his life, he treated skin as an afterthought - something to wash, shave, moisturize when dry.
My Gut and I Went to Therapy. For years, he had brushed off stress as an unavoidable part of life. Deadlines, travel, responsibility.
He used to think of immunity as something that happened in the blood - T-cells, antibodies, inflammation. But the more he read, the more it became clear:
Strong Body, Resilient Gut. He had always respected muscle. As a doctor and former thriatlonist, he'd seen firsthand how lean mass predicted everything.
I Fixed My Sleep, and My Gut Thanked Me. At first, he thought his sleep issues were age-related. He'd wake up at 3 a.m., mind racing.
Bugs in a Bottle: Friend or Hype? He stood in the supplement aisle of a well-stocked organic market, staring at a wall of promises.
Feeding the Right Army. He often joked that if the body were a castle, then the immune system was its army – and the gut microbiota was the black-ops unit.
The Clock That Heals. It wasn't hunger that woke him – it was rhythm. He began rising earlier. Not because of discipline or a new alarm, but because his body
My Gut Garden Begins to Bloom. There was a time when he thought of nutrition purely in terms of macros. Just as he learned: protein to rebuild, carbs to fuel,
The Enemies in My Pantry. For someone who had competed in triathlon races, he wasn't expecting to lose a battle to a granola bar. But there it was – half-eaten
Would You Swallow That to Live Longer? He had done strange things before. Fasted for 3 days. Ran a 42K with nothing but water and salt on a 400m track. But
The Invisible Organ – Meet My Microbiota. If you asked him twenty-five years ago, just after university what the most underrated organ in the human body was,
The Beginning: A Gut Feeling. They say knowledge is power. But at 49, sitting at the edge of a trail he once visited as a beginner runner, he wasn't so sure
Let's run an ultramarathon. Is it possible for a perfectly average middle-aged man to change his lifestyle and, in a short time, reach a level of physical