The highs and lows of my first 24-hour race

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How ultra-endurance running around a track in Tooting Bec offered a fresh perspective on happiness, humanity and the power of cake

Happiness is a fickle thing: ever-changing, rarely predictable. I was reminded of this a few days ago, when an unlikely instruction made me just about as happy as I’ve ever been in my life. That instruction was: “Stop running!”

For the past 24 hours, you see, my entire existence had been based on completing laps of a 400m track. T…