The Golden Path

I had intended this piece to be a nostalgic, romantic look back at how running has changed and shaped my life since I took up the hobby 10 years ago. Life, however, always seems to have different intentions. Yesterday, about a kilometre into a planned 10km route around a gloriously sunny Stockport, I stacked it. It’s not the first time I’ve fallen over while running, and it won’t be the last, but this was perhaps my bloodiest to date. Maybe I shouldn’t have been out running at all; a couple of hours earlier I was locked in a ferocious internal debate about whether or not I was too tired or not to complete the distance. This is pretty standard procedure for me before every run. I can’t be arsed to pull all the gear on, fill my water bottle, and select some sweets and snacks for when I inevitably stop to stare at a river, or some nice trees for a few minutes. Like with pretty much everything in my life it takes me a while to find the motivation, but once I’ve finally managed to convince

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