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AND so we come to the loneliness of the long-distance runner. Or in my case, the short-distance trotter. When I was young I used to watch the London marathon, or some Olympic running event on the television, and wonder what on Earth they found to think about while plodding grimly round the track. Sports of any sort always seemed to me indescribably boring (no music, you can't read, disappointingly little time for gossiping) and, particularly when it came to running, bound up in a dismal sort of solitude.
It has surprised me, then, how much my brain and I are enjoying the thinking time provided by exercise. In fact, I look forward to it now as one of the side benefits of working out on a regular basis. One of my new year fitness resolutions was to stop watching TV while I exercised, and I now work out in the kitchen in order to keep to this promise. I've also sunk myself into a particular musical groove, listening to the same playlist every time I pull on the trackie bottoms and look out the weights, and acting in a predictably Pavlovian way as a result.See the full content of this document
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Tantrums and Trainers: Emma Cowing's Fitness Diary
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