This book really doesn’t know what it is. I’m not famous so it’s not really an autobiography; I have no inspirational story to tell so it’s not really in that genre; I don’t have any special knowledge of exercise or nutrition so it’s not really a fitness guide. Maybe if it wasn’t for copyright it would be called Zen and the Art of Running.What it is, and why I wrote it, is a retelling of decades of struggling with exercise. I had to get straight in my head what I’d been doing for so long, and as I did I found some of the memories interesting or funny. I thought to myself that I can’t be alone in this and so thought I’d share it to see if that was, indeed, the case. So what we are left with is a mix of tips, memories, experiences and half-baked advice. I’ve tried really hard to keep away from numbers and times as we all run our own race – where, and if, I have slipped I apologise.
