After today, I declare my love affair with marathon running as a dysfunctional one. One of those love-hate things. Toxic, abusive, yet, you can’t let go. I know, I know, I have been banging on about this for a while: June 2020, the game-changer month (in a negative way) where my running stopped following all previously perceived wisdom and experience. Is it physical, is it psychological, is it age or just how it is…? I have been searching for an…
Marathon running and beyond since 2012