Shortly after my youngest was born (about 10 years ago), I decided I should try some jogging. After all, it is effective, you can do it anywhere, it’s cheap and 30 minutes packs a real punch (calorie burning-wise). So I went for a little jog around the neighbourhood. My new neighbour saw me, greeted me and asked: “Are you a runner?” I said: “Not really, I just jog bit”. She smiled and said: “Mind if we stretch that?” I was skeptical, but accepted. We started “jogging” together. She suggested we train for a half marathon. I thought she was out of her mind. I did not think I was ever able to do that. “I can’t do that”. I was stuck in my own limiting belief that running a half marathon was for others, for “athletes”. It wasn’t until I decided that I was a “runner “ that I could don the skin of a runner.