Never too late, never too old I have always liked running. Correction - I have always liked the idea of running. Unfortunately, for most of my life, (while my head may have been full of iron men and ultras), my body hadn’t actually moved a lot. A three kilometre trudge around the block was about the extent of my efforts. With the odd five km thrown in over the Xmas break. Still. . . the intention was always there. One day I would run a marathon. One day. Some day. . . When there was time and space. And inclination. I obviously had the rest of my life to get to the start line, so there was no hurry. Right? But as the years jogged on by it felt like the ‘rest of my life’ was drawing close. And by the time I reached my 50’s I felt an increasing sense of urgency. If I was serious about this marathon thing I needed to get my skates on. Or, at least, shake the dust off the old blue pumas lying in the back of the wardrobe. And so, in 2019, with my 60th birthday looming, I...