No, I’m not attempting to start my own cult (tempting as the thought of having you all pander to my every whim is). I mean you can see where I’m going for my training runs (if you so desire). You can even go and run in my very footsteps should the mood take you. (Any disappointment that results from this kind of action is entirely on your own head.)

How? I hear you cry in your most frenzied manner as the prospect of being able to fall about laughing at my pitiful progress fills with glee… Actually if you feel that way I’m not sure I want to tell you. Maybe some gentle mirth may be permissible, but guffaws are out, as is rolling around on the floor (unless you bang your knee or something), ok?

Simply go to Sanoodi and look for MrPete.