I have of late, and wherefore I know well but don’t particularly want to share, lost some of my mirth. It is therefore possible that my running, and my reporting of it, has been less enjoyable than I would like.
I set out this morning really hoping for a soul-lifting and heart-filling experience, a little story or two to lighten the mood. Sadly the most interesting thing I can think to say about my 4 mile plod around Crouch End is that it was very humid. I regretted wearing running tights over flappy shorts.
I don’t have anything good to say about the run. I have tried. I am reduced to commenting on the weather.
As a last resort, I will post a picture of one of my cats.
Here is Ted on the bed this morning. If he doesn’t cheer you up, nothing will.
Not a Jogger 