At the beginning of the year I joined a running club at work. Prior to that, I simply ran for the hell of it. Usually because I'd eaten a whole cake the day before, or something. I'd never taken it seriously, nor particularly enjoyed it. Heckles and beeps from builders and white van men were not taken in my stride* and would result in a speedy change of direction en route.
I was mega self-conscious about everything; from my wonky running style...
Kathryn with a K, no I or E
Saturday, 7 July 2012
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