The truth is your first run is always the hardest. For me, it was the sheer effort that was stopping me. First of all, I lived in a third-floor flat in Hyndland in Glasgow. It was autumn and already bitterly cold outside. If I wanted to run, I’d have to get dressed, get down three flights of stairs, lock up and go out into the freezing cold. Who could be bothered with that? Then there were all the practical questions. What should I wear? Where do I go? Should I go in the morning or the afternoon? Where the hell do I put my keys?! But more than anything, I procrastinated because I didn’t
