Today I was joined by the lovely Ewan for what was supposed to be a gentle 8 mile run along the canal to Kirkintilloch, where we’d left a car, and planned to have a very nice pub lunch to celebrate our exertions. Mmmmmm. What actually happened was that we (my fault entirely – I had supposedly planned the route) ran in fact along the wrong canal. During this run (while we remained entirely oblivious to landmarks clearly telling us we were running in the wrong direction) we did manage to chat about our progress towards the marathon, and also about…