The absolute joy of running

You won't ever talk anybody into running. Talk about running to a non-runner and they'll tell you how much they hate it. But now and then, someone I know will, entirely of their own volition, get the bug.

And getting the bug doesn't mean you necessarily enjoy running, just that you've somehow picked up the compulsion to do it. It starts to nag at you if you haven't been out for a run, regardless of the distance you're doing.

This happened to me twenty-three years ago and I've been running ever since. Even now I don't look forward to running, not really. But I plan when I'm going to run, I put on my kit, and eventually I get out of the door. But once I'm out, I honestly love it: there's a total disconnect between the prospect of running and the joy of the actual run.

This morning, I ran out to Barbon. It was a beautiful autumnal morning - sunny but chilly - and totally joyous. 

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