Marcus Skeet has dealt with a lot: diabetes, anxiety, depression, OCD and the pressures of being a young carer. A few years ago, he reached his lowest point. Then he began working towards an extraordinary goalDay three of Marcus Skeet’s epic run from Land’s End to John o’Groats was a low point. It had been a sunny April morning when he set off. Marcus was in shorts and a T-shirt – bright yellow so he could be easily seen running beside the A30. But then, 18 miles (29km) in and just a few miles before the end of the day’s leg, it started to rain. “Absolutely bucketing down, then hailing really heavily, hailstones right into my face.”Marcus, who had been sweating, got cold very quickly. He tried to call his friend Harry, who had gone ahead in the support car to check in to that night’s Airbnb, to get him to come back with a coat, but the phone had got wet and wasn’t working. He managed to reach a layby where there was a breakdown van. He asked the driver if he would make a call for him (Marcus didn’t know Harry’s number from memory, but he knew his mum’s, and she could ring Harry). “And he looks at me and goes: ‘Mate, I’m working, bore off.’” Continue reading...