Crikey, my arse hurts — but the only indiscretion I’m confessing to is three tough early morning runs in the last three days. Yesterday’s effort was the author of today’s discomfort — a routine, short plod that turned into a 9 miler (with extra hills please…). I set out yesterday to run four or five miles along the canal, but I plodded myself into some kind of trance that trundled me not back along the A4 as planned, but across it, and down a quiet wooded lane that winds for a few miles through a tract of forest before looping back to the village.… READ MORE.... …