My midweek ‘long run’ has now been tapered down to 6 miles. It came early this morning, before buckling down to yet another day of joyless wallpaper-stripping. It was warm and sunny even at 8 o’clock this morning. I walked and jogged down to the canal and began my run from there. A supremely restful experience, despite the physiological trauma. Fabulously bucolic: trees laden with songbirds, the canal a sleeping glass snake. Just the birds and the rhythmic crunch of my feet on the sandy towpath; no other sound was heard.
