It’s in London. Enough said already, right? I am quite frankly sick to the back teeth of arriving in some cold, damp field at 6am in some Godforsaken backwater to run 100 miles with barely more than a herd of cows to cheer me on. Where’s the Costa for my latte or the Pret for […]

We’ve all done it haven’t we? You’re out for a run and you come to a road where you have to wait for the little green man before crossing. Instinctively you reach for your watch and press pause. Well, no actually. I haven’t. I have never…..ever, paused my Garmin on any run for any reason