Headed to Deptford Park again in the sunshine via Mercury Way where the film crew had obviously finished shooting the stunts for Never Say Bomb Bermondsey Again. The dubious square of grass – or rather the benches and other street furniture – was inhabited by the weekday weirdos – sulky teenager with BMX just glaring from a bench, a man smoking while walking around on the grass and paths, odd dude in trenchcoat, suit and trainers. Park rules are simple. If you don’t have a child, dog, football or preposterous charade like BOSTON TWENTY-OH-NINE to prepare for, you should not be there. The message is simple: MEN ON THEIR OWN HAVE NO BUSINESS IN PARKS.
The first 20 minutes hard hard hard as usual and by the time I get properly warmed up after 50 minutes and can run much better, it’s time to go home. I hope this is a trend that will work exponentially in Boston.
Alcohol-free Day 27 minus 2
The lapsometer has been idle again.
Running Progress
Week 5 of 13. 2.5 minutes walk. 2.5 minutes run. 55 minutes (with a couple of 3-minute runs and one 4-minute one – yo!). Session 3 of 3.
SHUNNING RUNNING 