I’ve been frighteningly disciplined so far when it comes to dragging myself onto the street when I really haven’t felt like it. Partly because experience tells me that I’ll end up being very glad that I did, but mainly because there has always been this fear that once I start to slip, it will be the thin end of the wedge, and in less time than it takes a novice to snigger at the word fartlek, I’ll be off to the chippie, via the Oxfam shop to drop off my running gear.… READ MORE.... …