Alison Stankard is a Running Wanker. But it didn’t happen overnight. A few morning stumbles around the block in a bid to become pert-bottomed somehow turned into something else: 5ks, 10ks, marathons and even ultra marathons. Then one day, whilst looking at her at her lack of toenails, embarrassingly large collection of training shoes and collection of buffs, it dawned on her: she had become a Running Wanker. Some people can go out for an occasional run and not obsess over every little detail. They might not think to take a photo of their hill sprints to post on social media or be able to recite their splits from the race that got them a PB to anybody who ’ ll listen. All impossible if you’re a true Running Wanker. There are a lot of books about running. Serious books with marathon plans, advice on nutrition and injury prevention. This book isn’t that. It’s a sweary, honest celebration of all the things that Running Wankers new and old get up to: shitting in bushes, going down the stairs on your arse because your legs won’t bend the day after a marathon, lying about how much trainers cost and plotting how to rig the London Marathon ballot. The question is: are you a Running Wanker too?