Go Slower

Running along the South Bank in London a few years ago, I caught and passed a male runner. He shouted “bitch!” at me as I ran past and tried to sprint to keep up. I can be hot-headed and so while I primarily felt angry and astonished, it was also frightening. It’s not in my nature to care too much about what other runners around me are doing because the primary person I’m interested in…

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