To get yourself in my head listen to this. I was.
How much love and appreciation is in that song. Tons. How much horrid visuals and violent language is there? Even more. I take it as a tribute to his visual storytelling style (up until recently anyway) think of how shocking mean streets was. Great stuff.
And thats how I felt this evening. I was looking forward to a run at the end of the week. I had got some Chai seeds, new running shoes had turned up and a new head torch.
It's been dark when I run in the morning and in the evening and I would like to live a little longer. Being seen would help. I'm still in two minds about Chai seeds. If you don't know they are supposed to be "The mystical runners secret food". Who knows. You soak them in water and they get gelatinous. Like frogspawn. Or if you add milk to it, it looks like Shreks man juice.
The shoes though are nice. I've been running in Karrimor trail shoes. So I bought a real pair of Nike things. And they bounce nicely, there is no unevenness to them - they do let the water in, but you can't have everything.
|Does that look a bit like a penis?|
Whether it was the seeds or the shoes, or the pint at lunchtime, or the built up anger, or the fact it was Friday - I don't know. I managed best time, distance and felt great. Ran for about an hour (on for 1 min / off for 1 min) and was buzzing. I could have gone longer but it was pissing down and dark. I was soaked to the skin and the roads were at best dangerous, at worst, suicidal. I certainly got wetter from the cars than the sky...