Something rather odd happened today. I was out at 7 this morning for my pre-work energiser. The standard short route — 3.5 miles. Felt good all day, and even worked late. Arrived home, looking forward to my Marks & Spencer’s Chicken & Bacon layer salad and an evening in front of the Champions League, but blow me, when I heard the product of the Wednesday evening bellringers’ practice reverberating across the village, I found myself changing into my running kit and getting back out there for a testing 5.2 miles around the pitch-black, drizzley lanes.… READ MORE.... …