Community Chest of Grit in Piccadilly
104,000 people are doing this and look where I am!
Bow Street – Covent Garden
Marlborough Street – Chelsea
Vine Street – Covent Garden
As part of my rather disorganised preparation for this run I ate a couple of satsumas, in homage to today’s orange theme. I also changed my Lululemon ‘fish carrying’ top for a black and orange lined running jacket, hoping that wearing orange would help in hunting down those pesky orange squares on the Monopoly board.
Km 1 – Barbican to Fetter Lane. All was fine, nicely warmed up and Gold by Spandau Ballet was playing, and that’s how my legs felt.
Km 2 – Fetter Lane to The Strand. Actually I ran past St Clements in the Dane Church (just spotted that) so my nursery rhyme title is very appropriate. Also ‘I Am The Law’ by Human League came on shortly after going past the Royal Courts of Justice. So far, so apt.
Km 3 – The Strand to Bow Street and beyond. First orange square done, but Dr Google Maps was a little behind me again, so I did go around the houses to get there. Not a lot to see.
Km 4 – Floral Street to Leicester Square – Nothing to see, nothing to report, but my it was busy with people and lots of Primark carrier bags.
Km 5 – Leicester Square to Piccadilly. This time I got the Community Chest (of grit, as recommended by MickJGof the Couch 25K community) and also did a quick step up to Vine Street, which was decidedly underwhelming. Two orange squares down
Km 6 – Piccadilly to Hyde Park. Totally nothing to see, except horrid traffic.
Km 7 – Knightsbridge to Sloane Street. Cars, cars, cars, cars, buses, buses, buses, shoppers, shoppers, shoppers. ABSOLUTELY NO SPACE TO RUN EASILY AARRGGHH.
Km 8 – Sloane Street Back to Brompton Road. Dr Google Maps was a little behind me, and I wasn’t entirely sure which was the best route to take to get that final elusive orange.
Km 9 – Brompton Road and back to Sloane Street. Yay, finally got that third orange square – Marlborough Street and a very nice Chelsea residential street it is too.
Km 10 – Sloane Street to Pont Street. On the way home and this is where the bloody-minded gene kicks in. I think I could just do a little bit more, maybe stopping at Piccadilly, as very km counts when making up this deficit.
Km 11 – Pont Street to Grosvenor Crescent. Very well heeled and chi-chi here, I can’t tell you how many chihuahuas and similar dog rats were being walked by maids/dog walkers. I however was not well heeled and my face definitely not chi-chi…
Km 12 – Grosvenor Crescent to Green Park. This was getting really tough my Mrs Overall running style hit me, and it was only the intervention of Purple Rain by His Purple Highness in Green Park that got me through.
Km 13 – Green Park to Shaftesbury Avenue. Way too many people for me to work around, Mrs Overall had not only made an appearance, but was asking for a piggy back, and my back was screaming at me to stop. But bloody mindedness kicked in and I decided to continue…
Km 14 – Shaftesbury Avenue to Grape Street. This was really a case of mind over matter, my legs were just shuffling and I was breathing hard, with shin splints and a stitch. No matter, I knew I could reach the magic 15km, and that was becoming a prize, devoutly wanted.
Km 15 – Grape Street to Chancery Lane. I had to dodge quite a number of folk here and elbow barged one lady – not deliberately but I was running, she wasn’t and then she moved into me. At least that is my version of events and with no soccer VAR to confirm otherwise that is the version I am sticking with.
Km 16 – Chancery Lane to Charterhouse Street. This was just hurting beyond belief, everything ached, feet, sides, glutes, calves, head, everything. She Sells Sanctuary came on, and I did need sanctuary, I needed an ambulance in fact. But then I thought if I could just do 16 km then I’d make the half marathon distance for a whole day, and so to;
Km 16.21 – Charterhouse Street – Carthusian Street. I just had to beat the 16km mark, to prove I could. And I did.
From oranges to lemons, I feel like all the pips have been squeezed. There is no more juice to give and I hobbled home. So sore I can’t even stretch out my muscles; a hot shower, a nap and a meal beckons. I will never, ever run in the morning and then do a long one in the afternoon. Ever.
Girls On Film – Duran Duran
Go Wild In The Country – Ditto
Gold – Spandau Ballet
House Of Fun – Madness
Hungry Like The Wolf – Duran Duran
I Am The Law – Human League
I Can’t Stand Up – Elvis Costello & The Attractions
I Won’t Let The Sun Go Down On Me – Nik Kershaw
Is Vic There? – Department S
It’s Raining Men – The Weather Girls
Joan Of Arc – OMD
The Look Of Love – ABC
Love’s Unkind – Donna Summer
Maid Of Orleans – OMD
New Life – Depeche Mode
New Moon On Monday – Duran Duran
Night Boat To Cairo – Madness
Night Fever – Bee Gees
No More I Love You’s – The Lover Speaks
Notorious – Duran Duran
Oliver’s Army – Elvis Costello
Our House – Madness
People Are People – Depeche Mode
Personal Jesus – Ditto
Planet Earth – Duran Duran
Purple Rain – His Purple Highness and The Revolution
The Reflex – Duran Duran
Rio – Ditto
Save A Prayer – Ditto
See You – Depeche Mode
Shake The Disease – Ditto
She Sells Sanctuary – The Cult
Somewhere In My Heart – Aztec Camera
Distance 16.21 km
Average Pace 7:50
Elevation Gain 72 metres
Kms Done To Date 125.37
Kms To Do 1,892.63 – well at least I am under the 1900!
January Km Target = 171.43 (based on straight-lining 2018km/365)
Km Deficit as of now = 46.06Km