Beware therapists bearing trainers. Not to mention lycra running gear. If you thought that being analysed by a stranger was weird beyond belief, then try doing it while going for a jog through the local park with them.
“Do you think you are a very emotive person?”
I can barely breathe right now, let alone emote.
“Have you ever been to Alcoholics Anonymous, or Narcotics Anonymous?”
My answer to this is no, but sounds more like ‘cough-splutter-splutter- cough-cough-hack-splutter’.
“Tell me your problems...”
Where do I start? At the fact my life is so disorganised I only manage a run about once every six months, thus making me perenially unfit? Or maybe at the fact my editor clearly thinks I need help, given her insistence I take part in this feature? (Just a joke. Sort of.)
Welcome to Dynamic Running Therapy (DRT), the newest kid on the self-help block. It takes counselling off the couch...
