So, it is finally done. I managed to get over the line, but how I did it I really don’t know.

Something surprising happened this week. I went on a run - the longest I’ve done in six years - and I… enjoyed it.

Highlights included: a genuine fear I was going to be sick with about two miles to go; me making weird noises for the last five minutes as I struggled to breathe and run at the same time; and sitting in a pool of my own sweat for about 20 minutes (pictured), the words ‘the horror’ repeating themselves over and over in my mind.