Most of the time I smell like a hobo when I’m running. For the past two weeks though, I’ve actually been of ‘no fixed abode’ which has had an impact on my running. Don’t worry, I’m not sleeping rough – some kind-hearted friends have opened up their homes to me and my smelly running shoes. They’ve given me shelter and not commented on the funky smell that’s coming from the bag in the hall that contains my kit.

I should explain before you start trying to donate to my buy me a sleeping bag. This is all my own fault and not down to economic reasons. When the lease on my flat came to an end and I decided to move somewhere new, instead of doing what most normal people would do and go look at some flats, I went to Greece. And it’s pretty hard to find a new flat in London when you’re 1,000 miles away.

Instead of clocking up the miles training, my evenings are now full of flat viewings. And when I turn up at a friend’s place at 9pm, as well as being the last thing I want to do, it’s also a bit rude to then head off out for a 7-mile run.

This weekend will be 12 weeks out from Robin Hood Marathon. That’s plenty of time to get myslef into sub-4 shape right? By next weekend I should be a hobo no more. Until tomorrow, I’ll just keep moving on.