, every time I started down a path towards better health and weight loss, I’d choose a destination. In terms of losing weight, I’d tell myself that when I’d lost 10 or 20lbs, I’d be thin. And every day I’d stand on the scales and ask myself if I

’ll run alone in the streets of your hometown, or with 20,000 others at a major marathon. One step at a time we’ll discover each other – and ourselves.Waddle on, friends.

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

in the shadow of a 10,000-year-old glacier. You’ve just imagined the 2001 Antarctica Marathon, aka ‘the Last Marathon’.To me, it seemed like the perfect idea – the Penguin running with the penguins. But just reaching the Last Marathon was a marathon in itself: a

’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