Dark, damp and windy – 2.29 miles.
Knew I had to go out, didn’t want to as the weather is vile. Put it off but the cat was driving me round the bend, this is his concept of research.
I got him a book of his own, exactly the same type, nice hardback with illustrations, second hand so it smelt interesting; but no he had to share my book. So after being driven to the extremes of hovering the flat to get rid of him (lasts about an hour if I don’t go and tell him I have finished),I went for a run.
I had put some vegetables in the oven to roast (yeah weird thing, me cooking) and after about a mile I was angsting about the angsty list (money, study, not being X [insert last-listened to inspirational person on radio] allotment, plants, study, work #1 mix and repeat) when I became convinced that instead of turning the oven down when I went out, I had turned it to grill instead.
This gave me a vision of the flat burning down, and little B (who isn’t wearing his collar today) roaming the neighbourhood (if he escaped) in the dark, blind and frightened. So I decided to turn early for home ot avert the potential tragedy, but realised that I had been so taken up by my angsting that I couldn’t, I had missed the turn by a good third of a mile.Which made me chuckle.
So I finished the (not very long) run. I hadn’t put the grill on, B was sat waiting for me, listening to Jarvis Cocker on Radio 6, not sure what he made of it.