Matt Gets Running

You never know whether it’s going to be a good run until you get out there. Today I woke up at 6:30am with a head­ache. I got up, took two paracetamol, and went back to bed. When I got up again at 11am, I still felt a bit rubbish.

Nev­er­the­less, because it looked like it might chuck it down with rain if I left it any longer, I finally got out for my week­end jog a couple of hours later. And it was fine. Although I’ve been feel­ing tired all day, men­tally and to some degree phys­ic­ally, that didn’t seem to stop my legs mov­ing. Result.

So, aided by an iTunes Genius playl­ist kicked off by She Bangs the Drums, which meandered through some lesser-known bits of my lib­rary, includ­ing some of Ian Brown’s solo stuff, and the Magic Num­bers’ Morn­ings Eleven, which was pleas­ingly bouncy, I jogged nearly 7K, at a decent pace even though it star­ted off with a rel­at­ively slow puff and pant up Bridge Val­ley Road.

And I’m glad I did. Espe­cially as I’d not man­aged to have lunch by the time I made it to Cof­fee #1 and Chan­dos Deli in Clifton Vil­lage at the end of the run Vanilla latte “for the win”, as I believe the young­sters are say­ing these days…

Today’s photo is a bit of autumn col­our from the path back to Clifton Vil­lage from the Downs. Click through for Flickr bigness.