At last. Something to write home about. 3.5 miles doesn’t sound much, but it was hilly and airless. Add to that my 9 days of abstinence (running abstinence, that is — unfortunately not the alcohol and chocolate variety), and this was always going to knacker me. Though I say it myself, I sensed I must have looked somewhat dapper in my yellow club singlet and matching cap.… READ MORE.... …