I had a late meeting in one of our other buildings so I cunningly stashed my running gear in the gym there. I'm a little late, but I think the run home from Lewisham is on.
The blast-run to Cannon Street is done as fast as ever. The train is delayed, but eventually I zoom away from Lewisham. And it feel good. I feel like I am properly running not shuffling as is sometimes the case.
As I run through Downham, I see two youths in front of me. One quite short. In my minds-eye he looks like Gary Coleman; in reality he was probably just short. I can see his mobile phone glowing. As I skip past him, he panics, assuming someone is coming to attack him. I guess you are more on edge growing up in Downham. I panic thinking he is going to stab me in self defence. I zip off.
The rest of the run is done at a good lick. I keep the pace up and work, but its not unpleasant.
I didn't really time the run but it was fairly quick.
8km 45:00
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