Have you ever caught the reflection of yourself running in a shop window and thought that you look like you have all your joints the wrong way round? I have. In my mind I glide along the ground effortlessly like a Tarahumara, but when I see a reflection of myself I’m reminded that this isn’t the case. Fortunately I’ve been able to convince myself that this doesn’t matter – watching the marathon elites, the prettiest running form doesn’t always mean the quickest runner.

So imagine, then, that your job is to be filmed running. Not because you’re in a race where form will be forgotten if you cross the line first, but because you have to run away from an alien, a bullet or Colin Farrell. Now, I probably wouldn’t run away from Colin Farrell, but if I had to run away from the other two – I’d like to think I’d look a bit like this.