The more I do, the more I enjoy

I reckon 8km is my minimum. Up until that point I am maybe running too fast, everything hurts, my lungs are bursting, my heart feels overworked and I’m feeling every bump.

Then I go, ah – marvellous. The next 10km I love. I’m relaxed, the legs feel unstoppable, I’m floating over rough ground and I feel like I’m smiling.

Then, inevitably I struggle. Everything gets tight. But I can keep going. It just hurts. But I like it.

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