.But the point I’d failed to realise about running was the very one which I already knew about travelling: the key is to enjoy the journey. Refusing to feel happy until you reach your destination is the worst possible approach. Leaving your celebration until the end means missing all

bags.Not this time. This column, which started as a journal of my journey, has turned into the aggregate story of all of us who are using running to change our lives. More and more I feel as though I am telling your story, not mine. In fact, many of you

I’m a ’90s guy, or at least I was. That all seems so 20th century now. I’m not ready to call myself a ‘noughties’ guy (although others might). I know all about male bonding, I’m in touch with my feminine side and I’m way too familiar with my inner

. But while those courageous souls were now safe, the race remained in jeopardy.At noon, we received the announcement. Race cancelled. After months of training, thousands of miles of travelling, and several days aboard the ship enduring the elements, we were

’d known when they started out. JOHN BINGHAM1. Three steps forward, two steps backI thought that once I’d started running regularly, I’d become increasingly better all the time. I thought my progress would be linear. For a while, that’s exactly what