I’ve got a cold and I’m feeling very sorry for myself. I stayed home tonight, donned pyjamas and put my feet up in front of the tv to watch Marathon Man while everyone else went out for a party.
But the non-runner has just returned all bouncy and eager not to break the Juneathon code. I’ve been dragged out tissue in hand to run another mile.
The sweat is stinging my pitiful red nose.