Sunday Service resumed

I am happy to report that yesterday morning I went for a run of about 9 miles, untainted by the need to atone for any previous or planned over-indulgences. The fact that I then ate a massive roast beef Sunday lunch and plateful of cakes at my book club is unrelated.

It took less than two hours for Mr Notajogger and I to agree on a route long enough for me and short enough for him. A trip to Regent’s Park was out, and I couldn’t face the hills of our regular Ally Pally run, so we compromised on a route from last year’s marathon training. Calculated to include the most miles for the fewest hills, it’s not pretty. From the urban splendour of Archway roundabout and the Seven Sisters Road, it snakes past chicken shops and housing estates, under railway lines and down bus routes, up stadium steps and across snarling junctions. When the most attractive parts of your run are the occasional trees of Finsbury Park, you know it’s not a thing of beauty.

Still, it was great to be outside and running without guilt. My mileage last week was low, so this took it to 23, almost respectable.