DICTUM
RUNNING FOR MY LIFE
EDITOR’S LETTER
WELCOME
My childhood was a very active one. My pockets were always full of inhalers but that didn’t weigh me down – barely a day passed without me up a tree, on my bike or chalking out a tennis court on the road outside our house. I spent my weekends horse riding, karate chopping and rollerblading, and even muscled my way onto a boys’ American Football team when I was seven, refusing to take “But you’re a girl” for an answer.