Struck down by injury; why I can’t run!

A week ago I went along to join the local ladies touch rugby practice. It was great fun, but it did not last long; at least not for me. Since then I’ve had more time to practice my writing skills and came up with a little rhyme ┬áthat might entertain, educate or merely remind of…

Why I run, then and now.

I started running when I was eight years old. The year before that, I was the slowest in my class (also the youngest and therefore subject to the ‘Matthew effect’ as explained by Malcolm Gladwell in his book Outliers). It was a simple pleasure, easily achievable and always available. I was hooked and soon felt incomplete…