Feeling rather better than last Tuesday, I was looking forward to going for a run this evening. I chose a similar route to last week's, but this time it never even crossed my mind to cut it short. 7¼ miles, at a fairly steady 8 minutes per mile. It was quite cold, and I wished I'd worn my gloves rather than my beanie - I suffer from poor circulation in my extremities and my fingers were numb and stiff with the cold by the time I got back. At least there was none of the wind we suffered on Sunday.
I saw a few runners out, and managed to get a nod, a wave, a word or a smile from most. I always think it's nice to show a little runner solidarity, and it costs nothing! It's something I picked up as a young lad on the back of my dad's motorbike. In those days bikers almost religiously acknowledged each other on the road, a little like, as the old man once told me, members displaying the badge of a fledgling RAC used to be saluted by passing RAC patrolmen.
It's funny I should think of 'runner solidarity', given that I emailed the running club membership secretary a little earlier to tell her that I won't be renewing my membership.
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