Thirty three year old lunch truck proprietor Robert Hensley is jogging his way across Britain.
He has been on the road for ten weeks now and has almost clocked up an impressive five hundred miles.
The runner from Poole in England's South is much like Forrest Gump in that he is not running for a significant cause or to raise money for charity.
"I came home to discover my wife in bed with my best friend," he confesses as he jogs through a small village with our interviewer riding alongside on his bike.
"So I thought, fuck it, I'll just start running."
Robert does not know how long he will run but is adamant he is not running away from anything.
"My best friend is a big boy," he admitted as we rounded a corner.
"I just want to make sure I am in the fittest shape of my life when I return home to kick the shit out of him."