There is no path I follow. I feel as if I’m just drifting along, because although I can progress physically, through my training, mentally and spiritually I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. It’s like that car sticker: ‘Don’t follow me, I’m lost‘.

My father was a great fan of the horses. His only regret was that I never ran in the Grand National.

Sometimes I run and I don’t even feel the effort of running. I don’t even feel the ground. I’m just drifting. Incredible feeling. All the agony and frustration, they’re all justified by one moment like that