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15 July 2020updated 21 Sep 2021 6:20am

I never thought I’d become a runner – but, over the past few months, something changed

Running isn't necessarily the spiritual exerience it's sold as, but it has the capacity for emotional clarity I never thought I'd find. 

By Sarah Manavis

Seeing another article about the benefits of running may, understandably, feel grating. The things you read about running tend to be chirpy and formulaic, either spoken of with hammy reverence or the peppinessyou’d find on a smoothie bottle. Some writers have been able to avoid these tropes, but tales of transcending agonising cardio will almost always feel out of touch. These emotional stories may be nice, sure. But who actually finds them constructive?

Running has held a top podium status few other forms of exercise have managed to achieve. Despite its low barrier to entry, it’s uniquely loathed, with a near-universal belief that it is insufferable. Lifetimes have been wasted stopping and starting running, with most people unable to ever commit themselves to the consistent, unavoidable pain. Running is miserable, there’s no way around it. The people who do it are masochists.

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