As the Trans 333 looms ever closer, a frisson of pure terror is rippling through our little band of British ‘disties’ – we who are either too old, too fat, too lame or generally too congenitally useless to run anything under 100 miles in a time
, then back to the gym and home to bed via the track.Many become so habituated to running kit that they develop disabling allergies to ordinary fabrics. One famous middle-distance runner was recently married in a Gore-Tex wedding gown with a veil of perforated
