Some runs are better than others. Today’s was a bad one. It was a hot, sunny afternoon. I’d not warmed up or stretched. I was sleepy. I had just consumed a can of ginger beer (albeit the best there is: Sainsbury’s Diet version). And I expected to run 9 miles without any trouble. Silly bugger. I knew after just a few steps that I had a battle on my hands.… READ MORE.... …