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Running is the scaffolding that holds my life together. We’ve been in a relationship since I was a young teenager. Yet, I feel embarrassed and ashamed to admit, I used to take running for granted. Previously, I didn’t give running the respect it deserves: I picked it up and dropped it off, as it suited me. And still, running is always there for me.
The uncoached runner
During the beginning phase of my relationship with running, I am a mere passenger. Whilst I think running is a priority, which I need and value more than oxygen itself, my actions do not mirror this thought process. I do not give time to running that I should do. I do not respect my running, I have no running process or plan to stick to.
I spend twelve of my prime running years, as a self-confessed addict. My addiction is sharing my love and passion for running, with others. This manifests itself in my perpetual co-founding of running communities and businesses. I give all my time and energy to other people’s running, so I simply do not have time for my own running. I absolutely love the running community work, it both energizes and fulfills me. But in hindsight, I think I use this work to hide behind, it becomes my excuse as to why I don’t commit to my own running. I ignore my own needs and perhaps unsurprisingly I make little progress myself.
