A perfect running day in late autumn: bright and sunny, but cold. No run is ever flawless, but today’s was as good as I’ve had in a long time. Like Brighton last weekend, I set out with low expectations, but arrived home feeling pleasantly surprised. This could become a good habit. If you stick at it, there seems to come a time in almost any repetitive activity when suddenly you start to get it, and pass from self-conscious, frustrated neophyte into some other identity; some interim stage on the road to expertise.… READ MORE.... …