For six solid years Andrew badgered Oliver to change his life, body and mind by taking up running. It is fair to say that this was not an easy sell: the usual excuses for an overweight, middle aged, desk-bound male came trotting - or rather sauntering - out: "it's not good for the knees"; "I was rubbish at school"; "I am too fat"; "I get out of breath standing up"; "I will look ridiculous"; "it sounds bloody awful" etc. etc. And yet, some how, eventually, Oliver cracked and enrolled in the miraculous Couch to 5K, graduated, and then carried on past the finishing line. Slowly. Join Andrew and Oliver and Andrew for the start of the process which turned them both from blobby, red-faced cynics into bona fide runners. If they don't get you off your rotund backsides, no-one will.