I won’t be running for the next few weeks, but many of my friends will be and I am delighted to say that some of them have been volunteered to write about it in my absence.
If you, dear Reader, would also like to share a thought about your running (in general, or a specific run just as you finish it) on this blog, that would be AMAZING – just email it to me on gina.crane AT googlemail.com.
Stay tuned for some interesting stories told by other runners, not joggers. Ok, maybe some joggers too…
I’ve been talking about it, I’ve been thinking about it, now I actually have to do it. I have to stop running.
Just for a while, maybe four weeks. To some people this would be an early Christmas present, or at least not a big deal, but not to me. I first put on my trainers with intent in 1994, ran a half- marathon in 2000 and have run 3-5 times a week ever since, barring injury.
I run on holiday. I run on Christmas Day. I run therefore I am.
Is this right? An awful lot of how I feel about myself is defined by running. How I feel about my body, about food. I sometimes think that my self-esteem is propped up only by running. As a literal example of this, when I was seeing a psychologist for a while last year I used to run to and from the sessions, and sit there sweating for 45 minutes in between.
Hmm.
It’s good to run, objectively. Running is a good thing, good for the body, the mind and the soul. However, I am not entirely made of running. Should running define me? Most people who meet me have no idea I run, I hope. Does that mean they don’t really know me? I don’t think so.
Not a Jogger 