marathon
I discovered the joy of running in 2015. Who knew that heading out before the world wakes up – accompanied by the simple soundtrack of my feet pounding the road and my own breathing – could be so liberating. And addictive?
A year later, and with a few race medals already around my neck, I found myself in occupied Palestine to cover the unveiling of a statue of Nelson Mandela in Ramallah. It was then I had seen posters advertising the Palestine Marathon. “One day, I’ll
