It’s been another lax week. I suppose the final realisation that Dublin isn’t going to happen for me, has delivered a dangerous message that I’ve been too happy to snatch at. Silly really. Running is a recipe for joy and soaring self-esteem, so god knows why I should creep into these lethargic corners as though I was gaining something. But this isn’t going to be yet another burst of bloody soul-searching.… READ MORE.... …