I don’t read “Dreaming of Footpaths” because it’s inspiring, I read it because it’s funny. Whether she’s getting lost, sitting on ants’ nests, or expounding on the dos and don’ts of running, the chances are that Sarah will have me giggling (okay, cackling maniacally) and drawing weird looks from strangers.
Don’t be fooled by the style, though. Underneath the humour is a runner who knows what she wants and will go after it with dogged determination. And whenever I’m faced with mile reps or considering ditching a speed session, I remember Sarah’s significantly sub-3:30 at Paris last year and I go off out to run like a girl.