A rainy day. I steel myself and go for a run, passing goats in a nearby allotment and following a dirt trail that takes me towards quiet woodland. Twenty minutes in, I trip over a rock and fall down. My cheeks burn. I pull myself up hurriedly and set off again. Suddenly, the surrounding quiet is pierced by the stiff sound of wood hitting plastic. I glimpse two boys playing field hockey up ahead, atop ground that is stricken uneven by roots and bumps. There’s always someone better than you. I run on, giving the boys a wide berth.

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