Another mostly unfocussed scattergun of a podcast where Stu has done another bloody race and is all full of himself and Amy hasn't done a race and doesn't give a shit.

We talk head injuries, Weird Al Yankovic, the start of silly costume season, races that don't exist, and have serous worries about our audience.

Amy grabbed a little lamb, it's fleece was white as snow, and when she lobbed it over the fence, on her merry way she did go.

There are tales of personal growth, colonialism, getting lost in a field, public rights of way and when they should be destroyed, and we accidentally convince ourselves that £140 shorts are a fair deal.

Oops Stu did it again, got lost in the woods, endangered his friends...

There's also plenty of running icks in this episode, Amy scales a mountain and wishes she hadn't, and we shit all over the Lisbon half, which by the sound of things is certainly not the first time.

Our 150th episode spectacular doesn't feature AMAZING guests, WILD stories, or HUGE competitions, it's just the same old nonsense.

Stu has been questioning his sanity, nearly drowning in mud, learnt how to do CPR, and actually went to the gym while Amy went for a run.

There's also another thrilling religious running update.

We're joined by the Feminist Sociologist of Sport Bethan Taylor-Swaine who is right up our street doing research into all the awful things about running we love talking about.

Meanwhile, we discuss an alternative fuelling method, running with the Mafia, Stewart's ego, and Amy talks for a long time about shoe colours insisting she doesn't care about them.

We're sorry about the title of the episode, and yes the story is pretty bad, even by our standards.

Amy is being gaslit by social media, but in a very specific way, and Stu accidentally invents a new form of age grading at races.

Why is everyone doing shakeout runs all of a sudden, and what happened to recovery runs? We don't answer these questions and more in this episode.

We talk about our own fairly reasonable plans for 2025 and many of your stupid plans for 2025, and look forward when we hear the tale of how they inevitably go wrong.

The world's premier "nearly shitting yourself while running" podcast returns for the last time this year, and we're here to tell you 2024 was bullshit.

We've got lots of your bullshit, lots of our own bullshit, and our favourite bullshit news of the year.

Stewart sings.