Waking up
I managed a 5 mile run to Muswell Hill this morning, whilst still half asleep. In my heavy lidded gaze, runners blurring past looked fresh and frightening. The best part of the run was every downhill bit, but especially Muswell Hill itself, which was half a mile of juddering joy.
After that 200ft descent, things improved and I started waking up to the day. I noticed the overblown roses in gardens, the shopkeepers opening up and Mr Notajogger running by at the bottom of Park Road. I also saw the dead fox, cradled stiffly in the gutter on Middle Lane, between two cars. He was small, like a cat, and looked oddly alert with his head at an unnatural angle. Who would pick him up and bury him? I ran past and tried to move on.
Heading up the final hill to my flat, I started thinking about the day ahead, remembering emails I needed to send and cards I had neglected to buy. The fox receded, the roses were forgotten, and the day began.
Not a Jogger 
I walked four miles 😦
Dude, that is a Good Thing! Walking is better for you than running if you do enough of it. We should all do it more. When I had back probs a couple of years ago I started walking to work and it sorted it right out. Plus don’t you burn the same calories over the same distance walking and running? I’m sure I didn’t make that up…
Maybe I made that up.
Really liking your blog Gina. Saturday I went to the gym and did a fast 5K, have to say not as fast as you though!!! Cat (Michelle’s friend from Chislehurst)
thanks Cat, that is very nice of you. I think that 5k was a fluke! I am going to try and do one in the actual outdoors world tonight and then we will see what I can do without mechanical assistance… xx