Aardvark, I've watched fell runners go trotting up the hills light engine, and gone green with envy.
Last time I was near anything remotely fell-ish (Ben Nevis, end September), I swallowed pride, took the sticks, and hauled myself along gracelessly on all fours.
I just do a really nice line in melodrama when I'm suffiently poorly that I can't tie the laces and get out the door,
as you all well know by now.