Being drunk for three consecutive days doesn’t, after all, appear in the Hal Higdon marathon training programme. Damn, I must have misread it. After a strangely hollow, monochrome day at work, when I was tempted to wonder if running had given up on me, I finished early, came home, and went out to run 9½ miles in a fantastic range of weather: a turbulent twenty-minute tempest sandwiched between two slabs of warm sunshine.… READ MORE.... …