Running. Remember that? It’s not been a great summer, in more ways than one. Inexplicable. It started off in handsome fashion, with a perfectly reasonable spell of pre-marathon-training-training. In the weeks leading up to the end of June, I was slapping those streets around three times a week, building up a decent head of steam for the 18 weeks of focused, planned, disciplined plodding that would edge me ever-closer to my marathon PB in Dublin at the end of October.… READ MORE.... …