SHUNNINGRUNNING aka ME
The fool who thinks that she can sit around for fortysomething years and ignore something called movement.
The thoughtful friend from Boston who tossed me the 13-week running programme in the first place and told me to get on with it.
The Ghanian evangelists, the pimps, the gormless crowds at busstops, the tramps outside the church, the man wiv da van, the builders, the postmen, the cyclists, the street sweepers, the buggies, the hoodies, the hippies, the homies.
A bunch of slackers.
An essential ingredient in the dogjog.