There’s a point in the Silverstone Half where the course seems suddenly thrown into uncertainty, and you become part of an eternal snake, looping up and down and back on yourself. You lose sight of where you are. Those people over there – are they faster or slower than you? Are they the fat bastards or the fast bastards…? And as far as the eye can see, ahead and behind, nothing but long lines of pensive runners.… READ MORE.... …