Running means that I do weird things. Like get up early on Sundays. And spend long amounts of time with just myself and my mind. It also means I notice stuff that I wouldn’t normally. Here’s just a few things I’ve noticed whilst running in London:
- People like to smell nice. However, running through clouds of perfume first thing in the morning makes my nose crinkle.
- Running past Cafe Brood is one of the most awful things ever. I’ve never eaten there but it smells amazing. Damn you awesome-smelling deliciousness.
- You will only encounter runners at 8.21 on Sunday mornings. Tourists don’t appear until 9am.
- I am envious of people who run past me. Unless they’re fat, old or only have one leg (yes, that did happen). Then I’m just angry.
- There’s a cleaner I pass on my runs who sits in the same spot by a private member’s club at the same time each day with his head in his hands. One day I will say hi and perhaps give him a hug. He looks like he needs it.
- Running means that I get to eat more.
- Something can feel like it hurts a lot but then something else comes along that hurts a LOT more and the previous hurty thing magically disappears.
- Smiling whilst running is not pretty.
- People look at you oddly if you try to dance and run at the same time.
For anyone that’s interested, my route generally took me from the North of Tower Bridge, along the south side of the river past London Bridge, Tate Modern, The London Eye…. until I got to Vauxhall Bridge crossed over the other side. From here, it was a straight run past Embankment, Blackfriars and past the Tower of London until I got home again.