If a little knowledge is a dangerous thing, how much more lethal is a lot of knowledge? Looking back on my early running experience, I’m struck by how little I knew about what I was doing. I knew I needed special shoes – at school I’d...

At the end of our last episode, on his first run: After less than a quarter of a mile The Slob he realised that he had two choices: stop running or die. The Slob stopped running and started walking. A few seconds later he began running again, only to...

One Sunday morning nearly 30 years ago (in April 1982, to be precise), The Slob came home from a night on the lash. Drink, fags, offal-burgers - nothing was too disgusting for The Slob. He made his way to the kitchen, prepared a bacon sandwich and a mug...