The call of the sofa
This newsletter was first published on Patreon on 27 September 2021
When Kenenisa Bekele started dropping off the ferocious pace being set at the front of the Berlin marathon on Sunday, his legs suddenly looking a little heavier, his stride less bouncy, I knew how he felt.
I’ve spent the week since my 24-hour track race feeling like my legs are being slowly squeezed by some invisible, evil foe, my body heavy, my eyelids …
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