The one in which I realised I was a runner.

I’ve always wanted to be a runner. I would admire people I passed in the street casually pounding the pavements, and think “wow, I’d like to be like that”. Then I would dismiss the idea. I could never be like that, I’m not a runner. I’m the fat kid who was told at school thatContinue reading “The one in which I realised I was a runner.”