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| Freezing day in Southwark Park. |
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| where they appear to be refurbishing the track |
Day 297
Cancelled Erik this morning as I was desperate to tick to tempo running plan for Thursdays. I did four miles at between 8m/m and 8.30m/m
Buggy Runners at Southwark, two women, one brand new.
Cycle to and from Southwark, planning a jog to Brockley to pick up train for book club tonight
Muffled up to the nines in running kit, tracksuit, bike wear and bobble hat
Jogging, running, jumping and being brisk, to store up warmth for more languid, stretchy interludes
It's easy to forget the simple fatigue that stays in the bones from birthing, feeding and all that
I bounce around, gurning at babies, dispending advice, giving garbled instructions, scanning their faces for clues
Are they bored? Is it too easy, does something hurt?
Should I ask them, when running, to step on the gas
Might they pull a muscle or fall in the dirt?
And sue me for not paying due attention and care
Am I right to try to earn a crust like this?
Aren't I too old, is this quite dignified?
Who cares what people think, it gives me a kick
To earn a living by staying outside
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