I started thinking about running when I was pregnant with my first child – I was having these incredible dreams about bounding through grass fields with my hair flowing in the wind. I think it might have had something to do with the fact that I had gained an enormous amount of weight and was starting to be overtaken on the street by little old ladies with their walking frames. I was fat and slow and suddenly had this urge to run. So after my daughter was born, I bought my first pair of running shoes and off I went into the fields.
The reality of these first runs couldn’t have been further from my dreams. I huffed and puffed for a total of ten minutes before being reduced to a physical wreck not even a mile from home. But driven by a will to get fit, I continued onwards, gaining speed and fitness until I was running for 15 minutes, 30 minutes, and then an hour and beyond. I never stopped. What I love about running – still – is the freedom, the liberty to go anywhere, in any direction, at any time of day, for any length of time, with the only expense being a pair of trainers.