Emotional training for next spring’s long races has begun in earnest, with last night’s concert by an avant garde Norwegian jazz trio in Basingstoke. Long before the end I was losing the will to go on, but knew I had somehow to dig deep, drawing on resources I didn’t know existed within, to see me through to the end. Bursting through the doors at the end, gulping lungfuls of fresh, rainwashed Hampshire air, was as big a relief, surely, as tottering over any marathon finish line.… READ MORE.... …