From the editor
I’ve never run a marathon, not even a half. My greatest achievement was running 14km in Sydney’s City-to-Surf a few years, which seems hopelessly inadequate when you consider the huge boom in runners — many of them middle-aged — running exceedingly long distances. Take the most prestigious one of all — the New York City Marathon. When it began, 127 people did four loops around Central Park. Today, more than 50,000 people compete. And it’s women driving the trend: they now account for 43 per cent of marathon finishers in the US, up from 26 per cent a decade ago.
But still, when I think of marathon runners, I conjure up images of grim, gaunt-faced ascetics punishing their imaginary vices with hours and hours of painful exercise. Which is why it was such a pleasure to read Kerre McIvor’s piece about running them this week: this is a woman who knows how to enjoy life, and her perspective on running — essentially you can have your cake and eat it, just possibly not at the same time — makes it seem alarmingly achievable.
No doubt this attitude is why she’s inspired so many people over the years to start running, three of whom share their stories today.