Stepping onto that red track, the white lines curving elegantly away around the bend, takes me right back to my teenage days as a 1500m runner. The very smell of the tartan surface fills me with heady nostalgia.
In those days we’d jog a mile or two warm up and then take our time stretching and doing drills before hitting out on a hard session of 400m or …
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