This weekend’s long run was was fuelled by rum and ginger beer, and hydrated by a torrential downpour or two. 34 or so delightful miles around and about town, and the longest of my training runs in the bag. Three weeks and counting until we take to the hills for Race To The Stones, where I’ll be packing as much Mancunian pride as I can.

Something I’m trying my best to do in many ways is eliminate that restrictive feeling of fear. It seems to (hopefully) be getting that little bit smaller and smaller as the months roll by. Probably insanity, but hey-ho!