Today’s plan was simple enough, do the 25 minute interval run and see if I could find seven interesting things that I hadn’t seen before in London.
Which way to go? I’ve done a lot of running in the City because of lockdown and crowd avoidance, so decided today I’d go up west, and see if I could be fleet of foot, up Fleet Street. A change of scenery may give me a change of tempo and it would give me a good opportunity to find seven interesting things.
The weather was bright and sunny, I was wondering whether I should change out of my running tights and sweatshirt, but to be honest, I faff enough getting out of the door, taking an extra few minutes on wardrobe adjustment could mean I decide against running. I decided to stay snuggly warm then and head out.
Within two minutes I am bitterly regretting the clothing choice and decide I should run in the shade, otherwise I’ll disappear in a pool of sweat. I was concentrating so much on keeping cool, I didn’t really notice where I was going and found myself towards the Western end of Fleet Street. There I saw this little lady. I’ve never seen her before – tick that’s number one sight off my list, six to go. Except that I’m about ten minutes into the interval, only fifteen to go with six sights to capture. I looked up to the sky and saw the clouds a-gathering, and they weren’t white or fluffy. Oh well, I’ll just carry on, a bit of rain isn’t a problem and it’s the 1st of May and I recall the following rhyme
1st of May, 1st of May,
Outdoor running begins today,
But as usual, it do rain,
So we runs back home again.
Thanks to Jilly Cooper for that one, although in her novel it’s a slightly different activity.
The rain starts splatting my head and nose, and it started to get a lot colder and then joy, I got hailstones, okay it’s a bit colder but the snuggly warm sweatshirt and running tights are coming into their own. Another five minutes done and then whoosh I got deluged, it was like someone throwing a bucket of water straight at me. Now I am definitely cool, certainly soaked and a fair way from home. Roundabout this point, Mr Smooth pointed out that you need more oxygen when running and I should keep breathing. Now I love Mr Smooth and all that, but he definitely needs a script change. At no point in my run had I thought about not breathing as a tactic to finish.
Nothing to do other than keep on going, ten minutes later it’s all clear and I’m squelching through my cool down walk. I play chicken with a bus and lost that fight, so got soaking wet feet as I plunged straight into a deceptively deep puddle. The saying is right it never rains, it pours and right into my running shoes.
That is run 1 of Week 7 done and dusted, I experienced sun, hail and rain, squishy feet and one pretty statue, but no problems with the interval, so Mr Smooth was right, I am becoming a runner once more.
I think the other six sights will have to wait for my next run out, I just hope I don’t get worse weather than today.
Two wet feet
No idea what playlist, it seemed to be a random collection of music I didn’t know I had including someone shouting about the NHS – I think I must have hit a Spotify randomised list.
I baled out, but did do the squats