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Literally chasing men

Recently, I joined a running club with the sole aim of meeting men. That’s what they recommend if you’re single, isn’t it – drag yourself along to evening classes until you finally get lucky. They say you should learn French, or take up badminton, or spend two hours every Tuesday sensually […]

Hurtling smugly round parks

On Sunday morning, I ran 11.3 miles in 89 minutes. It was a fairly hilly course (including six loops of Finsbury Park) and I managed to shave ten minutes off my previous time. My pace per mile was 7:53 and my total calorie expenditure 1,162. My pre-run snack was cake […]