I am willing to lead a gentle run on the corniche. I have been hauling my immense and bloated belly on runs three times a week. The runs are exactly 5km and I take it pretty slowly.

A warning though to anyone who is interested. As I lumber along the corniche the sight is so shocking that it is common to see women fainting and weeping and children crying. Even grown men are seen to recoil in revulsion at the sight of me wobbling along.

This is not for the faint of heart. 

Fairy tales don't tell children dragons exist. Children know dragons exist. Fairy tales tell children dragons can be killed. G.K Chesterton