Gosh, it has been a crazy these last few weeks! In the space of a month I have started two new jobs, packed up my flat in South London and moved back North of the river. Needless to say that working until 10pm 4 nights a week, writing lectures in the mornings ready for my one-day-a-week teaching gig, and finding time to eat, shit and sleep has been one heck of a logistical challenge. Have I been out running? Have I hell…
I didn’t go running for 12 days. I stared wistfully at my lycra stash every time I opened the wardrobe. I took the stairs at every opportunity and ran them with high knees. I ran across the University campus to shepherd some lost students back to their correct class.
But none of these momentary bursts of energy brought me the joy of a good ol’ run.
I know that time is tight at the moment, but running brings me so much pleasure and it helps me clear my head. This morning I had just had enough. My head was foggy and my legs were itching… I decided to put my work down for half an hour and get my ass out to the park.
I moved to Harringay this weekend. My room (and the sitting room…) is still full of boxes, but between me, the GF and my new housemates I have managed to unpack and arrange a bed, access to my books, and clean pants. That will suffice for the next few days.
I’m now living just a stone’s throw away from Finsbury Park andI can’t wait to start exploring Harringay in my trainers. I’ve cycled around the area for months and walked around it a fair bit too, but in my opinion there is no better way to build a relationship with a new neighbourhood than by running it.
Joggers are a familiar sight in every town and city, and they always appear part of the scenery. Running around new neighbourhoods that I’ve moved into and imagining myself as a part of that new scenery – a soon-to-be familiar sight – always help me to settle into a new community.
20 minute tempo run: 4.2km
I didn’t plan to run fast, or slow, or do any snazzy intervals, or anything. I just wanted to run and feel good doing it. The leopard print leggings helped enormously…
It’s time to get back on it. I may not be able to make it to my club runs and I may not be able to make it to every race fixture over the winter, but I can definitely make it out to the park. And 20 minutes in the park is a hell of a lot better than 20 minutes on my arse in front of Hollyoaks.