is hot, the beer is cold and all is well with the world.But imagine if running were not just an unpleasant but psychologically necessary interlude in your self-indulgent day. Imagine doing it for a living.It wouldn’t be a case of, ‘I’m just popping out
. However, my recent promotion to Demi-God has awakened an interest in the psychological aspects of our sport.For instance, why do I feel just as shagged out after a three-mile race along the Thames towpath as I do after a Mid-Wales mountain marathon
