in circles

km: 9, for the week so far: 31.

If you will humour me for a little while, I imagine you, readers, as a pretty sensitive bunch. I picture you with emotional intelligence and empathy fairly oozing from your pores.

So did you read between the lines yesterday?

No? You missed it? I’ll fill you in…

Last night I’d arranged to go for a run with a friend and her workmates. Just a quick lap of the tan. For some god-awful reason this made me quite nervous.

I always run on my own, and this suits me fine. I can run at my own pace, for as long as I want, and everything’s fine.

I’ve also gone well passed worrying about talking to myself while running, or generally acting eccentric.

Way back in the beginning of this blog I described running as:

some sort of zen level of boredness. Increasingly wild delusions followed by a brief moment of stillness as everything goes grey

But with other people around, it’s all different. I’m uneasy about putting other people through that. Does that make any sense at all?