We round up the year the only way we know how, and it may not surprise you to learn that it's not been a great year.

We reflect on our amazing guests, ridiculous news stories, and favourite moments from the last 12 months and look forward to next year with some extremely non-committal aims and goals.

Our guest might be known as The Happy Runner, but don't you worry as we'll talk about barefoot running, hallucinating and chafing.

Amy has the weirdest, sort of funny, injury, proves cross-training is bullshit and has just had a terrible run.

Stu is furious someone unknowingly ruined his secret plan, stars in a romcom with a listener, and has just had a brilliant run.

We also bring you the results of the Wish running gear challenge, and it's a close one!

Our challenge for this week was to kit ourselves out for as little money as possible from the online store Wish. The results are, to be reasonably expected, mixed.

Amy updates us on her dogs wee habits, her mum's travels, and rants about tea. Stu teases his mystery challenge, further insults listeners, and raps.

Don't eat the communal vaseline!

We’re not huge fans of Halloween, but hey, an angle is an angle and so we lean into it by reading out your SPOOKY running stories.

Amy also pisses off a Facebook group, and to add to the obligatory tea update, we also have a truffle update!

Our 50th episode and there is yet more chat about tea and dog interruptions. Amy ponders alfresco testicles, we cringe over sexism in cross country AGAIN, and discuss blisters and whether there really is a worst place to get one.

We speak to Peter Gillibrand, Liz Rees, and Sam Wright who each completed their own virtual London marathons, and endured wind, rain and chafing. 

Oh, and Amy did a marathon.

Because we all know listening to podcasts is best, right?

Being laughably unqualified to talk about something has never stopped us before, so this time we delve into music and what you're all listening to. Head to Spotify and search Running is Bullshit to find our amazing playlist as compiled by our listeners.

We also grudgingly admit (again) how useful going to the gym actually is, Stu reveals his surprising degree, and we discuss email inbox scum. And for some reason, someone mentions a human centipede...

If you're a runner with a Welsh accent, we'll pretty much have you on as a guest, but when you're a World 800m finalist and rock star, that definitely helps too! We talk to Jimmy about his unique "journey" through sport and music and how he's now combined the two.

We also tell Garmin to back off, wonder what races we've entered, and want to know if you've sent Stu a ladies toepad?

We try to start by talking about running, but Amy's dog throws up just before we start recording so there's dog action straight from the beginning. Stu's also drinking cider, so we're bound to have a slightly fraught recording.

We reveal the winner of last week's competition, and hear the tale of the Great Fall of 2020, a classic Amy Story.

We also mock our listeners, give cow advice, and talk about Chariots of Fire and Personal Best, or as we know them: "the Brideshead Revisited of running" and "female Top Gun". We watch shit running films so you don't have to.

You may know by now that we quite like the Wales Coast Path, so we're chatting to Rhys Jenkins (again) as he's just run the whole thing quicker than anyone else!

There's a big dog update too as Stu has done a canicross run once and has planned the rest of the year based on racing those. Even Amy's been out with her naughty beagle, who makes an brief adorable appearance.

There's also information about our nepotism-laced giveaway, naked runners, documentary recommendations, masks and Americans pooing in bushes.

A bullshit look at all the crap you strap and attach to yourself for a run. Who ever said running was simple? No, really, who was that person? How wrong they were...

Amy's proud of herself for doing some research, adds more to her inspirational phrasebook, and chats to her Mum.

Stu is tired from a bit of walking, explains his pre-run faffing, and doesn't care about the London marathon.