I did the three miles home from work yesterday evening and now I'm out early again.
A beautiful not-quite-morning in Richmond Park, bare trees against a sky the colour of iron-rich earth.
I'm working against tight muscles but feeling good. Five miles feels like a half run. I long to do the full ten.
Busy morning. At one point I think a cyclist is heading towards me but it turns out to be another runner blinding me with his headlamp.
On the way back another runner comes up behind me his headlamp scattering shadows in front of me. Jeez, guys, it's not really dark. I pull away and leave him behind.
Then, coming towards me, a little old lady power-walking, really striding it out, in her hi-vis waistcoat.
Then, where the path briefly parallels the road, a beautiful, compact woman running alongside me. Actually, I can't make her out too well but any woman who is out running that fast before breakfast gets my vote. I put some muscle into it and draw away from her and then it's a right turn out of Roehampton Gate.
I give it some extra going up the long slope of Clarence Lane.
Nice.
Time for porridge and peanut butter, I think.
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