Due to me slightly overestimating how romantic it would be to spend the spring sofa-surfing at friends’ houses, I am staying at my mum’s a fair bit at the moment. Which means that I’m eating too much and not getting any exercise. So this week I decided to be a goddam man and go for my first ever run on a public road, taking an MP3 player with me, like in an advert. I now have a greater understanding of what makes good and bad running music, so here are my findings.
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