Great Expectations

As much as I have pilfered the title, there’ll be no Dickensian quotes here, rest assured. I’m convinced I’m viewed as melodramatic enough. Starting in the middle of a tale just wouldn’t be protocol so I’ll backtrack a tad and summarise. I used to be a runner. Not to any degree of professionalism, I already had a career as a police officer with three children, but I was a decent runner with a good pace, a handful of trophies, and a killer sprint finish. Running over mountains was my love life, steering clear of busy roads, smoggy cities, congested routes. I…