This is probably my lowest point since I started running. Tonight I almost didn’t bother going at all. I was tired and cold and thoroughly fed up with these ‘ribcage stitches’. I’d also raided the biscuit tin this afternoon and gobbled up about 20 of ’em before forcing myself to put the lid back on. Yeah, it was miserable. I wondered what the point was of getting togged up and venturing into the freeze just to feel frustrated, In the end I went because I recalled something that Hal Higdon said in one of his emails at the end of the first week’s training.… READ MORE.... …