Its the time of year I hate. You are running along nicely when all of a sudden you turn down 'Nettle Alley' or the overgrown road side forgotten by councils looms towards you. After running the gauntlet and with still 5 miles to go my legs turn into one big rash and any ideas of pace and time are roughly scratched away whilst running. Has anyone any remedies or tactics to deal with this seasonal delight?