Another early morning run: not successful. I woke at 5.30 and lay there in a fog. I was just a semi-detached spectator as a fight broke out between Sleep and Run. Five minutes later I was sitting on the stairs, wearily tying the laces of my Brooks, having accepted the inevitable. The morning came straight from the Running Paradise catalogue. The sun was already bright, but the air remained cool and fresh from the night.… READ MORE.... …