When you read this, I’ll be on holiday, in the beautiful surroundings of Morzine in the French Alps, at an Alpine Elements location that promises the “perfect outdoors holiday”. So, naturally, I will be running. Taking to the trails and soaking up some Vitamin D and air rather purer than I am used to along the Regent’s Canal (running through Camden Market almost daily, I often think that if I ever got drugs tested in a race, I’d test positive for a distinctly non-performance enhancing substance ...)

Do you run on holiday? Or do you take it as a holiday from running, too? For me, running is so much part of my life that I can’t imagine wanting to stop, particularly not when I actually have a bit more free time. Of course, it does mean leaving my long-suffering husband in charge of the small fry (or possibly the other way around) but I think they’d all agree the alternative would be me in, well, a right grump. Besides, with Berlin marathon coming up scarily quickly, now is not the time to put my feet up and over-indulge in gateaux. Well, ok, I’m sure I will be doing plenty of the latter, but only after I’ve got the miles in ...

So how do you balance your holiday running with quality family time? (Answers on a postcard to Morzine, please.) And does being in a new location - particularly a beautiful one - bring new pleasure and zip to a tired pair of legs? I’m really hoping so, because before I pack I’ve got to get a 21-miler in ...