Life is good. Life is great. Seven-thirty this morning. I’m in the kitchen, dressed athletically. Eight scoops, nah, let’s make it ten, of Sainsbury’s Finest Columbian. I’ve work to do when I get back. What a morning. One of those last desperate throws of the summer dice. We know the game’s up, but how nice to go out like this. The sun is high and warm, but balanced on that crisp autumnal edge, I give you, lay-deez ‘n’ gennelm’n, the very very perfect day for the race.… READ MORE.... …