My other half took off like he was running away from someone. That someone was me
• Fitness tips: why it’s good to run with someone
My Mr, in this photograph, is posed by a model, but the element that is furthest from reality is that we’re running next to each other. One of the reasons I chose my beloved as a running partner was that we live on a river on which he also works (yes, the Thames). I pictured myself picking him up from work, jogging up and down like Paula Radcliffe while he changed into his plimsolls, then us running up to the National Theatre, maybe, talking about sunsets and Caryl Churchill, having a pint, walking back, living the fitness dream.
I think of myself as running quite a lot and him as running not at all; but he goes bouldering and is taller, while I have a generous spirit. These things should have put us at about the same pace.
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