Part Wimp

I’m slightly deaf this morning after a very loud gig last night. It’s been a metal kind of week, so I was a bit laissez faire with the earplugs and kept taking them out to fully appreciate the onslaught of noise coming from the speaker 5 metres away. With that, and the drizzling rain, this morning’s run was a muted affair.

I ran 3 miles more out of habit than desire. I was up, it seemed like the right thing to do. No hangover this morning, apart from the sonic one. I was only planning a short run and I wanted it to be flat, so I found a new route around Archway and Tufnell Park. All main roads, no beauty, no hills either. Job done.