My husband did something mad. Something that you wouldn't catch me doing in a million years. Probably best he tells you about it...so here goes!
It’s a Saturday in May, 9.45am. I’m 3 miles into a 31 mile run, but have already had to slow to a walk on a very steep trail through the woods. My calf muscles are burning, my pulse is racing, and I’m seriously questioning my life choices. A couple of people run past me as I text my wife about the mountain I’m struggling up.