There is no wall

It’s a myth. You run for 20 miles (or 8k in my case) and you feel like death because you’ve just run 20 miles, not because of anything else.

It’s an old wife’s tale, a bit like sexing a baby because the mum’s bump is shaped like a fifty pence piece.

A 5k training run after eight hours in the office and then five pints at the Smithy – that’s what I call a wall!