When I ran, I ran for pleasure.
Anna was never anything like those \'real\' runners on telly - all spindly limbs, tiny shorts and split times - but when she read about New Zealand\'s 3,000-kilometre-long Te Araroa Trail, s.
I maintained that I was not a \'real\' runner - I just liked to run so that I could eat cake.
When I ran my bum cheeks rubbed together, so much so that if I was going on a long run I\'d have to \'lube up\'.
I didn\'t run for times, to win, to impress: I ran for me.
When I ran, I ran for pleasure