Fit in my 40s: who knew buying running shoes was this complicated?

I feel a complete fraud: I have been running four times and pretended to go running a further three

A good way not to go running when you hate running is to decide that you can’t really start until you have the perfect shoe. It wasn’t even as simple as wandering round the shops: I had to get my gait analysed, which can happen one of two ways, on a running machine or, in one very special specialist shop in London, running down the road.

Dipika is the owner of Run And Become, which was established in the 1980s by her parents. She looks like an advert put out by an interwar government on the benefits of exercise, serene and zesty, deeply plausible. We walk out to a side street and I run 50 yards while she watches: at that moment, still in my regular shoes, which we’ve established are a size too small but otherwise functional. If you are familiar with the oeuvre of Noel Streatfeild, imagine a ballet mistress observing a new pupil for the first time: keen-eyed, warm, yet dispassionate.

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Source: theguardian
Fit in my 40s: who knew buying running shoes was this complicated?