We’ve all been there. That moment when we’re competing in a run and we start to question why exactly we’re doing this? The overwhelming desire to stop and the unbearable pain appear make us want to laugh, cry, dribble and collapse all at the same time. Our legs go wobbly and we start to run like Morph after a good night out. All is not well with the world. Yet somehow we keep going, urging our aching body onwards until we’re confused, delirious and lurching forwards with a slightly hysterical look on our face. +