Back in 2011 when I started running, I only ever wanted to be able to run 5kms comfortably. It took me two years of loving-hating-loving running to get to that 5 km point. But, nevertheless, I persevered, and running has come to be part of my identity. I run, therefore I am. It was a visit to Stresa, Itay in 2012 that got me thinking about running longer distances. You see, that glorious location in the Lakes district in the north of Italy held a half marathon every March. If you haven’t been to Stresa, it is nestled along Lake
Continue reading...Regular readers will know that I took up running at the beginning of 2011 for two reasons. One: I had a problem controlling my weight (I wasn’t huge, but I wasn’t svelte either) and two: to honour my friend Dave Fitzsimons who died of non-Hodgkins lymphoma in 2008. I walked the inaugural Fitzy’s 5 determined to run it the next year. When I first started running, I couldn’t run 50 metres to save myself, even though I was an efficient walker. If there was a zombie apocalypse at that time, I would have been done for because everyone knows that
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