It’s a lanky guy wearing a blue MS Trust vest and a blue tutu. He’s raising a finger in the air and has Buckingham Palace behind him as he enters the last mile or so of the London Marathon in 2016. My left leg is heavily strapped to keep my shitty ankle working for as long as possible.

A lanky guy with a big goofy grin wearing sunglasses and a Rushcliffe Athletic Club vest. He’s bathed in a lovely warm evening sunshine glow and is running around Holmepierrepont Lake as part of a summer league club running event.

Bald, lanky guy wearing an RAC club vest and powering up a muddy hill at a cross country race. This was a two lap course, and literally half the course was shin deep in cheesy, stagnant water. I loved it!

About 22 miles into the Liverpool Marathon in (I think) Sefton Park. I’m running with my wife and we both have our arms spread out wide and we look deliriously happy. We’re both wearing blue MS Trust vests and blue tutus. My knee and leg are very heavily strapped. For some reason, between April 2018 and April 2019, I ran four full marathons and raised about £40,000 for the MS Trust. I was even featured in the Daily Mirror, but less I felt special, the runner profiled underneath me was running without kidneys. The bloody show off.