I meet Annie at the agreed time and place. I am unshaven and grumpy. This is fine on George Clooney but on me it's just middle aged and surly. The other agreement we have, is to aim to run for a minimum of one hour. There is some fitful muttering about the route and the usual fiddling with technology and off we go.
Today is the day, marking the start of our training for a half marathon at the end of March. It is a benchmark run to assess where we are with our fitness so that we can hatch a decent training regimen. We are pros after all and we have the Lycra and sunnies to prove it. The run quickly turns into something very pleasant, the blue sky and bright sunshine is matched by some conversation that is bright but not blue. This is the way to run and train, the miles roll past amiably. Railway bridges are sandwiched between Hawkwood and Jubilee and we cover a variety of terrain. We greet other runners and some greet us back. We smile at geriatric dogs and their walkers. We run down a hill and up a hill and it is all very relaxed.
At the agreed splitting up point we split up and when I get home I shower and go to Caffe Nero for a piece of Coffee cake and a huge Latte. This probably negates a lot of the benefit of the run and further erodes my George Clooney aspirations.
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