I’d like a small word with Henry VIII.
No, not to thank him for introducing divorce to Britain, or to berate him for treating his other wives so abominably.
But I’d like to have a chat with him about how he designed Southsea Castle.
I’d like to ask him why there are steep, steep steps up grassy banks as part of its fortifications – steep, steep steps that about 550 years later sadistic boot camp organisers will make me run up, over and over again.
I’ve joined in with a group of people who get together every week for what can only be described as torture, with a bit of running thrown in.
But seeing as the sun is finally shining, it’s a good time to really get the training started for my attempt at the Great North Run.