I share this thought that struck me whilst running (I still can't believe I'm saying that). I set out and run lightly and nimbly (yeah, right) down a slight incline which I barely acknowledge as not being dead flat. However, to my shock and horror, upon my return this has morphed into a monster incline - actually, it's turned into a mountain! Where are my sherpas? Where is my oxygen? Why has nobody set up base camps? But . . somehow I struggle up this virtual sheer cliff, only to be overtaken by someone on a motorised scooter. Blimey !