My second 10K and first proper attempt at a sub-60. Read about breasts, Mo Farah and 27 seconds of pain. And breasts.
My first race was an interesting affair. Read about bloody nipples, eating body wash and being called a c***.
There are as many reasons for running as there are days in the year, years in my life. But mostly I run because I am an animal and a child, an artist and a saint. So, too, are you. Find your own play, your own self-renewing compulsion, and you will become the person you are meant to be.