The thing that nobody tells you when you take up running is how much time you will spend thinking about food. Yes, there is a lot of chat about finding the right trainers, so that you don’t end up with blisters, shin splints, stress fractures and other wince-inducing injuries.

Ditto exchanging eye-watering stories about chafing woes where, if the seams of your clothes are sitting crooked or your shorts are too short, the skin will shear clean off making even a freezing cold, post-run shower feel like molten lava.

I have discussed toilet-related matters with fellow runners in more detail than I ever have with my GP. And spent hours poring over maps, plotting distances, routes and paces like Churchill in his war rooms.

However, as I am fast learning, so much of running conversation revolves around food - or “fuel”, as is the parlance for the nitty gritty mechanics of what to eat before or during a run.

Then there is the fun bit: the post-run feast. The........

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