Last Sunday I went for a run, an hour in I still felt good so carried on and my hour long run turned into a 'long run'.

The only problem was, I hadn't prepared for it. No water, no money and no phone. At the end of two and a half hours I could feel my kidneys starting to shrivel up.

Fast forward a week and I was much better prepared for my long run today. Armed with a running belt with two water bottles and some cash for an emergency doner kebab.

The only problem was that after taking the first gulp, I no longer sounded like the soft padded Leopard I imagine I run like, but instead more like a Essex girls stomach on a Thursday night.

Slosh, slosh, slosh.

Note: I was going to use a photo of a drunk Essex girl for this post, but Google offered me some seriously disturbing images. I know your tempted to see, but only use your bosses computer if the urge becomes too much.