I leave the comforting surrounds of my bed, along with its loyal dogs sprawled across my feet and its inviting female company, far too early this morning in order to catch an early bus that doesn’t arrive. Complete waste of time rushing out of bed.
After work I run. L points out it’s warming up nicely for me, not that that’ll be a problem after steamy Budapest and I also won't have a 5 mile hike to get a t-shirt afterwards. Instead L promises to be waiting for me with a burnt chocolate button bun and a glass of tarmac (dark beer). Sounds great.
Only she’s wrong about the weather, it rains heavily on me but I still get through nine miles.
(Friday 13th September)