With only a week to go before the St Albans Half, I know that this is the least I’ve been prepared for any of the halves I’ve signed up for (with the exception of Leicester, which I bailed out of with a cold). So I took the opportunity to get familiar with my surrounds near my new flat in West Hampstead. Forget running commutes through the traffic, this is where it’s at. An (uphill) run from flat took me to Hampstead Heath - possibly the easiest place on earth to get lost - and back again via the extraordinarily posh Hampstead High Street. Hampstead Heath is a joggers’ paradise, particularly the heavily wooded east side.