I can never tell whether it’s over training or plain stupidity but tonight as I was in full stride I knew I’d done something wrong. I was only 2km in but my knee felt funny and by 4km, in the delights of Soho, I simply pulled up. Better safe than sorry I told myself. I’d rather fail to reach 400km in 30 days than miss the St. Peter’s Way (which I suppose that’s what all this effort is for). Foam rollering and ice tonight for me, maybe a vegetarian curry.