Whatever happened to food mountains? They were all the rage in the 90s but you never hear about them any more. Now a 10 metre tall pile of cheese I could deal with pretty effectively, but the 10 metre tall pile of smelly running kit that’s sitting where my washing basket once was it a real problem. Yes, I’ve got myself a clothes mountain and it’s growing by the second.

I have to be honest, I don’t wash my running kit very often. In fact the only reason I enter races is for the clean T-shirts. My theory is that within about a minute of heading out the door I’ll be sweaty and smelly, so I may as well put on yesterday’s kit and start as I mean to go on – ponging of body odour. I also believe that washing kit after ever use is bad for the environment and wear the clothes out faster.

However, with Janathon happening at the moment, my kit is getting a lot smellier a lot quicker – and there’s a lot more of it. So I bit the bullet and piled everything into the washing machine. The good thing about running kit is that most of it is polyester and lycra – not terribly fashionable but it does dry quickly. Last night when I was getting ready to go running, something amazing happened. Putting on my kit wasn’t a chore, it was like putting on normal clothes… it was weird… it was different… it was clean!

I’m a convert to the joys of clean running kit. I won’t be slinging my tights and t-shirt into the washing mashine at the end of ever easy run but, sometimes, as a bit of a treat, I’ll motivate myself with the prospect of wearing clean, fresh smelling kit.

Janathon Day 5
3-mile run down the Thames at lunchtime.