Jeg er ikke noe løpemenneske selv, men hvordan forfatteren snakker om løping i denne boken gjør at jeg nesten vurderer det. Enn så lenge holder jeg meg til å gå, og det er faktisk sånn forfatteren starter sin løpekarriere – med å gå – så da er det kanskje en mulighet selv for meg?
Er du en gå- eller en løpe-person?
«It’s the most natural thing in the world. We were born to run.»
«You just put on your trainers and head out the door, that’s the beauty of it.»
«It’s just you, the road and your thoughts.»
These are the things that people say about running. These are lies.
Running is awful. It feels unnatural, unnecessary, painful. It can hijack you with breathlessness, cripple you with panic and overwhelm you with self-consciousness. It isn’t a warm fire or a deep sofa or a cup of tea and a smile. It is cold and hard and unforgiving. It feels more difficult the better you get. It hurts your head and it hurts your toes.
But it is also the pleasure of being outside on a sunny day, feeling the prickle of the sun on your skin. It is the delight of feeling your body temperature rise despite the crisp winter breeze against your face. It is feeling blood rush around every part of your body and coming home to a welcoming bath and a delicious curry, your skin still glowing an hour later.
And, as I have learned, it is also an honour, a privilege and a gift.