Hi There’s nothing for it... I’d fell out of love with running. October 2018 saw me complete the GB Ultra Snowdon 50. An event which brought with it a kaleidoscope of physical and mental pain and more ups and downs than the profile map. At the end I crossed the finish line with five minutes to spare. I took the remaining five minutes to stand and grin like a Cheshire Cat. Everything felt great. Fast forward five months and I’m struggling to put my trainers on, both mentally and physically. Physically, I’ve got more midriff volume than open space volume in which it can occupy when I bend over... I’m overweight and have to adopt some interesting poses when tieing up my trainers any yoga sensei would be proud of. I’ve convinced myself I’ve not got time to run and if I do, it will be so painful and only go on to emphasis how bad things are. Even when writing this down a part of me thinks, ‘that’s just stupid’. The problem is the other part of me which isn’t saying anything. That par...
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