A late December panic decision to sign myself up for at least one organised run a month (precipitated by a post Christmas pudding failure to zip up my jeans) seemed like an extremely brilliant idea from the comfort of my caribbean sun lounger - and was an excellent reason to eat a few more festive snacks (gotta fuel those runners legs...).
But was less marvellous a plan on a cold, dark February Austin evening in the middle of a cold snap. Even more regrettable was the fact that this was a 'fun run' - a 'black light foam run' to be exact. I am not someone who thrives on 'organised fun'. A lot of my soul wanted to die.