390 metres to win!
Last Thursday night I was about to start dinner when a sudden urge to go running came upon me.
Alright, it's just that after gaining a considerable advantage over Dr B. by running every other day last week in Italy, I would have hated for him to sprint and win our 'Who runs 100km first' Nike + challenge.
So I donned my gear and I stepped out. Two point five kilometres later I was approaching the Houses of Parliament. The Palace of Westminster looked gorgeous, its brownish hue brightened up by the early evening sunset glow, bright against a dark blue/dark grey ominous sky.
I ran past it and back home the long way across Westminster bridge. The Thames looked wide and peaceful, I could see the general direction of home in the distance and as I waved hello to Barcode Vauxhall's security man without stopping (he did not recognise me wearing shorts and a vest, or so I thought but on Friday night he said he did eventually) I thought that London and I have a lot in common. A glorious past. Doing our best to keep up with the times. Curious and hungry for knowledge. And living our more mature years under the illusion that we still have it.
I got home (a little over six kilometres round-trip) and connected my iPod. I waited with anticipation as it uploaded my running data to the Nike + website, then I checked my progress:
- bitful: 99.61 km
- Dr B.: 90.56 km
390 metres to win! I felt like running out again straight away, to Tesco and back for a celebratory tub of icecream. Instead, I thought I'd give Dr B. a chance to catch up.
Then yesterday I went for a four mile lunchtime run at work - but forgot to connect the receiver so it was not logged!
It's like I do not really want to win…
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