I am the member of a cult. Oh, it out started innocently enough, as these things often do. Walking just wasn’t enough for me. It just didn’t give me the buzz I needed. I wanted more. I needed more. I had to run. At first it was a few metres here, a few metres there. Before I knew it, I was running a kilometre, then three, then five, now 10. I didn’t know it would become such an obsession. I didn’t know that I would find it so satisfying. I didn’t know that it would get me out of bed