PROLIFIC: that’s the word that best describes James Baker. And anyone who does a lot of winning makes a target of himself. In his home county of Sussex, Baker is a marked man, the familiar frontrunner whom we slower guys dream about beating. His prominence also means he attracts critique, as I found out within minutes of posting on Twitter that I had interviewed him for this magazine. Someone tweeting under the name of a local running club took umbrage at my description of Baker as “ever-racing, usually-winning” and sniped that not all wins are equally worthy of merit.
Baker’s winning recipe