Still on the hunt for this missing mojo. After a very restful and indulgent Sunday with our friends M, I and E, together with P, L J and their newest family member J2, I did wonder whether I’d be able to go out as I’ve learnt to my cost that hangover running is never to be recommended.
But great joy, no hangover, even though I indulged in bubbles, white and red wine yesterday. With this astoundingly good news I set out on the look for this mojo, which is remaining out of sight for my running mate in Yorkshire.
I decided that I’d do City running, but changed my mind and veered towards South Bank. The wobbly bridge was a bit scary, wet trainers on a wet metal bridge didn’t make me that stable, so I decided to hang onto the outside edge. South Bank on a cold wet Monday morning was quite a joy, mainly because not so many tourists are out and about and you can run without ninja dodging exploits. I arrived at the South Bank fake German market, which is a bit tragic in my opinion. Mainly fast food and although they had twinkly lights, I wasn’t convinced that a mojo would hang out there. Too cold, too wet and just nowhere near jolly enough.
Obviously, I had to continue and then the very cold rain and wind arrived – it was just on the 5km mark and I was sorely tempted to give in and go home. I took shelter in an underpass to avoid the rain, it wasn’t that pleasant and stank of a well known human substance. No mojo worth her salt would stay there, so on I trotted, past Westminster bridge and onto Lambeth.
I had to loop back at this point, because I was getting cool, past Parliament Square and the media circus, presumably waiting for another ‘no-news’ up date on Brexit. There were anti-Brexit protesters waving EU flags around – this is when I needed ninja manoeuvres. Random swinging of your flag is quite problematical for a middle aged runner hunting a mojo, to avoid. I didn’t think the mojo would be there, with the nasty weather she’d be searching for a giggle, or maybe something pretty to lighten the mood. Where could I go, that the mojo may have visited? Then inspiration struck, along Fleet Street is the publisher for the Beano comic, including the Dennis the Menace Fan Club, (just in case anyone fancies joining up). There I saw the picture of Plug – he made me smile on a cold, wet day. Maybe our missing mojo, had a smile before she continued on her journey back to Yorkshire. I have a feeling she may have had enough of the sights of London, but I can’t tell for sure , the mojo owner has to keep me informed…
I used the Country and Places playlist, to give me some ‘mojo finding’ inspiration, but my runs are going to be very long if she’s hanging out in any of the following destinations
Une Nuit A Paris – 10cc
Amarillo – Tony Christie
London Calling – The Clash
Maid of Orleans – OMD
Strawberry Fields Forever -The Beatles
Penny Lane -The Beatles
Tokyo Joe – Bryan Ferry (this lasted one km, as Spotify was being tetchy)
Boston Tea Party – SAHB
Massachussetts – Bee Gees (another long playing one about one km and a half)
California Dreamin’ – Mamas and Papas
Big In Japan – Alphaville
Wonderful World – Sam Cooke
Streets of Philadelphia – The Boss
Midnight Train To Georgia – Gladys Knight and The Pips
Distance 11. 10
Average Pace 6:55
Elevation Gain 91metres
Kms Run 1873.77
Kms To Run 144.23