Why me? It seems that no sooner am I back on my feet, some new disaster strikes. Last weekend’s running plans were scuppered by the combination of a sore throat and a sudden, unexpected attack of drunkenness; then yesterday, when I was just 1.384 miles (SDMs are wonderful things) into my planned long run, I tripped over on an uneven canal towpath, and gouged lumps of flesh from my right knee and both palms.… READ MORE.... …