I fancied running part of the way to work this morning. I get the train to Catford and run from there. Greenwich is busy with people heading to the Equestrian events. Suddenly, it happens and I am in the unlikely, impossible, rarely experienced feeling of running bliss. I move freely without effort. I catch a glimpse of myself in some shop windows and the form looks smooth and tidy.
On the way through the docks I stop and read some of the history on the information boards. It's no struggle to get running again.
As I reach my office, I bump in to my boss on his way in. He asks:
"How was the run"
"Magnificent" I say. And it was
8km 48:00
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