I am what you might call a lazy runner. I lace up my shoes, head out, and start the most uncommitted run you’ve ever seen, giving it five minutes of bored feet on concrete before I decide that is enough for one day.
But it wasn’t always like that. Believe it or not, but this part-time runner used to love the feeling of running, the so-called ‘runners high’ that would clear my head and make me ready to take on the day.
