A marathon in the midnight sunshine

An eager running novice heads to the Arctic circle to Tromsø – where the sun doesn’t set during the summer – for the world’s northernmost race

A look of horror comes across friends’ faces when I tell them the grand plan for my second marathon. Fired up with enthusiasm after triumphantly collapsing over the Virgin London Marathon finish line in April, I was determined not to kick my running shoes off and leave them gathering dust for the rest of eternity, so signed up for another one happening two months later. In the Arctic.

Now, firstly, I should make it clear that I’m not a natural runner. While I feel like a gazelle sprinting gracefully through the streets of London, when I catch my reflection I am hunched like Quasimodo, dragging my feet through puddles and panting a lot.

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from Health & wellbeing | The Guardian http://ift.tt/1fjSlca
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