6am. It’s dark and cool, and the streets are profoundly empty. Just a yawning fox, sitting on the pub wall, and me. It was hard getting out of bed, but I did, and I ran. It’s one of those questions you’re often asked: how do you manage to leave a toasty bed an hour earlier than necessary, just to be able to run half-naked for several miles in the cold, black morning?… READ MORE.... …