I need to confess. I have been indulging in a new practice for the last four and a half months. At first I didn't want to do it, but I kept on going. Then a funny thing happened - I started to enjoy it. I enjoyed the endorphins, the sense of achievement and the sense of a place in a community of like minded people. I think I am hooked.
I now watch every person I see running, I look at their stride, their gait, their pace and often with considerable jealousy. I watch running on TV and read about it in books and magazines.
My only wish, as I discovered whilst watching the Great North Run on TV today, was why didn't I discover this years ago?