Three mornings a week, regular as clockwork, I head out for my run. Set to autopilot, I plod contentedly along trails and through fields, distracted by daydreams or engrossed in a podcast.I have minimal interaction with passers-by and that’s the way I like it. Not today, though. My run is requiring Herculean amounts of effort and concentration. My heart rate is soaring and I’m unsteady on my feet. I’m attracting a lot of attention. Dogs bark as I pass, while their owners look bemused.Other runners avoid eye contact and give me a wide berth. A gaggle of schoolboys snigger as I nearly stagger into a ditch.
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