

I have a confession to make. I used to be a running girlie.
For years I was one of those girls who ran daily with ease and actually liked it. To be completely honest, I have no idea where that girl has gone.
These days, I watch runners pass me by on an early Sunday morning looking like they've just stepped out of a Lululemon ad. I sit there sipping my coffee seriously wondering how they can breathe so easily.
I told myself running just wasn't for me anymore. I'd try it again every so often, usually after getting inspired by a friend's City2Surf Instagram post only to find myself gasping for air, clutching a stitch and Googling "is it normal to feel like you're dying after 300 metres?".