Slogging

I went to the gym last night for a cross-training/short run session, then was out again at 6am this morning for a 4 mile “easy run”. After my weedy efforts on the x-trainer and bike at the gym, the already complaining thighs had stepped it up to screaming level  as I slogged around the drizzly streets of Crouch End.

I did a good deal more pavement contemplation than usual. On a good run I observe the passing flowers, birds or clouds. I ponder the lives of weary strangers waiting for the bus; I redecorate front rooms and re-plant gardens. Today the only things I saw were litter and dogshit.

Some of the litter was in fact blossom, dropped from nearby heights to die prettily in the gutter. I could identify with it.