Q I’ve been invited to a party on a Friday night. The problem is that I’ve already entered a 10-miler on the following Sunday, and it’s one I’ve trained hard for so that I can get a personal best. Can I drink alcohol on Friday and still run well

Q My weight, diet and running habits have not changed for 20 years – but my waistline has grown steadily. What’s going on? AEven runners who stay in top shape as they age may see their waistlines expand because of declining levels of “youth

’were ’is next door neighbours, like. To make things worse, he were sick on their cat.”“Aye. He ran a crackin’ race next day though. Knocked three seconds of t’ Commonwealth 10,000m record, as I recall.”“Four, actually.”“Ah,” says the angel on my left

stress, caffeine, alcohol and certain drugs (including some cold cures). Many athletes will experience palpitations, which usually only last a couple of seconds, during their athletic career. Indeed, everyone will experience palpitations at some time

think it's to do with endorphins, but I'm not sure what to do about it. Any advice, folks?" – highyYour best answers...1: Cool shower. 2: Good book. 3: Bedroom window open. 4: Ovaltine. 5: Someone special to tuck you in. # 1-4 recommended; # 5 essential

Hollywood movies. It was fine: I lived a chaste, quiet life, free from the madness and mayhem of Tinseltown.But you know how it is. Barely a week had gone by and there I was, stumbling out of Kate’s boudoir again at 11am, two hours late for my screen test

for myself, but for the entire region. Were I to topple or roll accidentally into the river, for instance, it could cause serious flooding in low-lying areas of the Thames Valley. And so I shall be renouncing alcohol again, immediately after the Viennese

In the last 20 years, running has become inextricably entangled with fund-raising.Correct me if I’m wrong, but until the first London Marathon we ran only for ourselves. When we turned up in the rain to plod round the Cabbage Patch 10, the last

bush. Here I was spotted by Tim, ex- treasurer of the Totteridge Tossers, who spent the next three, excruciating miles telling me how he got lost during the Rhubarb Patch 10K in 1983. The sun was like a great, bronze gong, ringing in my ears. Tim

“This is WKLA, comin’ to you from the heart of downtown Santa Monica. It’s another beautiful morning here by the ocean – and this is Steely Dan.” I turned up the radio and wound down the windows of the absurd, grey 1965 Oldsmobile as it wallowed