After a hard day of work, I want to get home quickly. I decide to head to London Bridge, pick the next train and run back from where it takes me.
In the end Grove Park wins. It's hot but I crack on. I concentrate on running, standing up straight. I think sometimes I slouch when running, wasting energy. I believe the mental image is a piece of string through the head holding you up. It seems to help and I power along.
I'm not too sweaty until I walk in through the front door and then I descend into a sweaty mess.
4.5km 24:00
Tuesday, 29 May 2012
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