’ve always gazed longingly at runners. That effortless, loping stride stirs such envy in me. However, I’ve never been a runner. I’ve tried to be, and for a while I actually ran, but still, wasn’t a runner.
I even managed to complete the body+soul 9.5-kilometre Bridge Run. But upon completion, it was the full stop to my running campaign ( been there, done that, got the T-shirt...). But I don’t like anything to beat me, so this summer, I revisited my determination to become a runner.
No running coach for me: I’m too fickle. Some days the tough-love approach works, on