Sometimes it is about you joggers who go round, and round, and round. Share your sense of enormous well-being below the line, as well as the weekend’s triumphs and woes Due to a combination of insomnia and odd dreams last night, I wrote the entire of this blog in my head at about 3am. Unfortunately, I failed to write it down, and thus the running community will be forever deprived of the genius prose that no doubt would have transformed their lives, spurred on countless PBs and bought about a revolution in the knee health of the nation. I’m pretty sure, though, that it involved me running the world (in both senses) and forcing everyone to run a mile a day from childhood. The resultant improvements in the nation’s health would, of course, save the NHS billions, and all the rest of their vital work would be funded by a levy on anyone claiming that running is bad for your knees. The leftover cash would be spent on subsidising trainer costs and building an array of running tracks, open 2