Thanks to Paul Warren for this one. Hope you don’t mind me sticking it on my blog mate. This must be at mile twenty three, but I’ll have to get confirmation of that. I can’t believe I look so stiff. In my mind’s eye I’m running upright and loose limbed, breathing from the diaphragm and storming past runners who went off too quickly. If there’s anyone local who does coaching on running style and maintaining form I’d like to meet them. This reminds me of those skiing videos you get at the end of your week at ski school and the horrible reality hits you that you’re doing it all wrong and don’t look anything like Franz Klammer, or whatever the modern equivalent is. Guess you can only play the hand your dealt.
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