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Day 240
Today, a run in Greenwich Park with Colby the dog. It was sharp, fresh, sunny weather. I did a couple of hill sprints, but mostly jogged at doggy pace. There was a good deal of walking today, also. And a good deal of eating. Dog tired. So is daughter (see pic).
Running on a work day. It's the lot of the freelancer awaiting her next job. Feeling lucky but a little poor, regretting that £140 online Waitrose shop. Knowing that, although you're browsing the lovely £1000 sofas and fridges in John Lewis, you can't really commit to that sort of spend, not as a freelancer. It's guilt inducing, too, being out in beautiful Greenwich, running free, a middle class, midlife woman with no real financial worries, just envious of those I know who know where their next cheque is coming from. I have work lined up though, enough to keep the credit card bill in check (as long as I buy neither fridge nor sofa).
I've been reading about A Mile in Her Shoes, a charity that devotes itself to helping women discover the freedom and joy of running, by trying to remove the barriers that stand in the way. These may be poverty, homelessness, depression, lack of confidence. When you learn that for some women, the simple pleasure of getting outdoors alone (let alone with a Greenwich designer dog) and feeling the endorphins rush, is a distant dream. That's when you realise how privileged you are.
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