I had just turned 30, started a new job and the weight was beginning to pile on. The scales were approaching the 18-stone mark and I was veering dangerously close to couch potato territory. My friends were beginning to couple up, get married and have babies, yet I was coasting. I decided I needed a holiday and, crucially, to start looking after myself. Then, an epiphany! Why not kill two birds with one stone? I went in hard and began searching for marathons in European cities I’d never visited. Was I an experienced marathon runner? Absolutely not, but with hope,…
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