Not quite so cold this morning, just a minefield of invisible puddles instead, and a steady drizzle.
I’m beginning to hate myself for giving early morning running such a glowing review last week. I now feel unable to say “Couldn’t be bothered this morning”. It almost happened today. Not because the bed was too warm, but because I have a couple of minor aches that I don’t want to exacerbate. One is a badly bruised toe, the other an aching back. The former happened when I stubbed my toe in the dark yesterday morning, walking into the vacuum cleaner that M had thoughtfully left in the middle of the landing before she came to bed. I later complained about this, but she explained that it was my fault that she had to leave it there. She is right about everything, so I have to accept that she is right about this too, despite the magnet-like distorting pull of my natural justice instinct. Not only that, but the cry of pain I issued on meeting this domestic appliance was loud enough to wake her, so I also got blamed for making too much noise when I get up early. Being a man is damn hard sometimes.
I was out at 6:10 this morning, a bit earlier than usual. There are a couple of major deadlines looming at work, and I thought it advisable to get the earlier train so that I have yet more time available for idle panic. It was even darker than usual. It’s a funny thing, but sometimes when I’m out early it feels like morning, and sometimes it feels like night. Today felt very much like it was still last night.
In my 3.5 miles today I passed three people, and they all said “good morning”. That’s a pretty good hit rate. I don’t know if they’re being genuinely friendly, or if they’ve decided that an outward display of geniality gives them their best chance of survival in case I launch an unprovoked, murderous assault.
