Leading the charge across Dartmoor

Niggles and coughs won't stop our motley crew as we spend Saturday running across the moor

I woke up on Saturday morning feeling terrible. I felt hot, cold, shaky, and coughing a dirty cough that growled in my throat. It was 5.30am and I just wanted to crawl back into bed and forget about the world. The thought of running 35 miles across Dartmoor felt like some unfathomable madness. Why do I do this to myself? I wondered despairingly.

In a big…