and running has once more become a spectator sport.
Every few yards..'keep it up love', 'keep going',' faster, faster!' (that one in a thick Polish accent) and all followed by manly guffaws at their razor sharp wit . I mean why? I'm not running naked, or in a clown costume...why can't they just ignore me?
Made worse by the fact that most pubs now have a convivial crowd of smokers outside the doors these days.