Nipple tape, pickle juice and dinosaurs: how I learned to love running, the unorthodox way
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Key context: <p>The usual advice was getting me nowhere. If I really wanted to embrace running, I’d need to go off-piste. It was a journey that took me to some very strange places …</p><p>I’ve always hated running. I’ve tried several times in the past, even made it work for a week or two, then stopped. I hated the excess of pain, the minimal gain. I never experienced <a href="https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2026/jun/02/secrets-of-the-body-runners-high">runner’s high</a>, only runner’s low. I despised the weather, come rain or shine, and the fact I had to be out in it. But most of all I hated the plodding, the tedium, the sheer mundanity of the run. Is that really how I’d choose to spend my one precious life?</p><p>Then an old football injury returned, with a vengeance. Doctors had previously rebuilt my kneecap, added titanium and rendered me bionic. But they’d not anticipated <a href="https://www.theguardian.com/culture/2024/mar/18/natasha-bedingfield-how-we-made-unwritten">Natasha Bedingfield</a>, come midnight at a wedding, and the extremity of my dance moves. My kneecap went a-wandering. It started to catch and click-clack, like castanets. A physio soon gave me the news I’d always dreaded: I had to <a href="https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/running">start running</a>, outside, properly, and often.</p> <a href="https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2026/aug/12/nipple-tape-pickle-juice-dinosaurs-learned-to-love-running-unorthodox-way">Continue reading...</a> This development from The Guardian highlights ongoing changes in the sector.
The usual advice was getting me nowhere. If I really wanted to embrace running, I’d need to go off-piste. It was a journey that took me to some very strange places …I’ve always hated running. I’ve tried several times in the past, even made it work for a week or two, then stopped. I hated the excess of pain, the minimal gain. I never experienced runner’s high, only runner’s low. I despised the weather, come rain or shine, and the fact I had to be out in it. But most of all I hated the plodding, the tedium, the sheer mundanity of the run. Is that really how I’d choose to spend my one precious life?Then an old football injury returned, with a vengeance. Doctors had previously rebuilt my kneecap, added titanium and rendered me bionic. But they’d not anticipated Natasha Bedingfield, come midnight at a wedding, and the extremity of my dance moves. My kneecap went a-wandering. It started to catch and click-clack, like castanets. A physio soon gave me the news I’d always dreaded: I had to start running, outside, properly, and often. Continue reading...
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