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Running. The routes, the shoes, the races, the friends, the PBs, the views, the snacks, the baths, the lungfuls of joy. Running is about so much more than putting one foot in front of the other: once it’s something you do, it’s part of you. My running was described recently by someone who shall remain nameless as my “hobby”. It’s not my hobby. ‘Hobby’ makes it seem like something at the very end of a CV. Something that fills a very minor part of my life, enriching a half hour here or there. Something not quite as important as my job, my family or my friends But running runs through me like a stick of rock. It’s in my DNA. My times, my pace, and the races I do may not be…
