I’m a slow runner – here’s how I found joy in plodding the pavements
Running can feel like a sport where timing is everything. Even amateurs get hooked on shaving seconds off their personal bests, humblebragging about their zippy pace on Strava and climbing up the ranks of their local Parkrun leaderboard. But what about those of us who just don’t seem to be built for speed?
I don’t run as much as plod. At Parkruns I’ve been overtaken by nine-year-olds and joggers pushing double-buggies. Last month I ran my first half marathon; I was the last of my friends to finish. But adopting a slower pace has been transformative. When I first started during lockdown, I was manically sprinting as fast as possible (to get the whole ordeal over with as quickly as I could). As soon as the app on my phone told me that I’d hit 5km, I ground to a halt – plus, I seemed
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