One good thing about my house is that it's next to Morden Hall Park. You can hardly believe you're in London - it's a picturesque and peaceful wilderness criss-crossed by canals and visited by herons.
With such a perfect terrain so near, no excuses for missing my running! I go three times a week; I more or less run around the perimeter of the park which takes me half an hour.
Brilliant exercise, year round. But autumn is definitely my favourite time of the year: the trees look amazing, especially the glowing yellows. I always go at about 0730 -- it's incredibly quiet then. Two or three people walking dogs and a few cyclists speeding to work -- that's it. Nothing really to interfere with my half hour of me time.
Sometimes when I especially enjoy my run, I relax so much into the rhythm of it that for a few minutes I forget all about where I am, and, all of a sudden my mind kind of comes up with answers for some of the most stubborn issues in my life. And that's without any prompting -- after all, I never set out for a run thinking "Ok, today, I'll think this new job opportunity through, or decide what to get Csabi for Christmas or figure out where on earth to get money for this year's skiing from. But all too often, a clear solution appears out of thin air, as it were, and it's all crystal clear, and I know immediately it's right.
With such a perfect terrain so near, no excuses for missing my running! I go three times a week; I more or less run around the perimeter of the park which takes me half an hour.
Brilliant exercise, year round. But autumn is definitely my favourite time of the year: the trees look amazing, especially the glowing yellows. I always go at about 0730 -- it's incredibly quiet then. Two or three people walking dogs and a few cyclists speeding to work -- that's it. Nothing really to interfere with my half hour of me time.
Sometimes when I especially enjoy my run, I relax so much into the rhythm of it that for a few minutes I forget all about where I am, and, all of a sudden my mind kind of comes up with answers for some of the most stubborn issues in my life. And that's without any prompting -- after all, I never set out for a run thinking "Ok, today, I'll think this new job opportunity through, or decide what to get Csabi for Christmas or figure out where on earth to get money for this year's skiing from. But all too often, a clear solution appears out of thin air, as it were, and it's all crystal clear, and I know immediately it's right.
Sounds brilliant, doesn't it. Well, not always: just a few hours ago I managed to breathe in a whole cloud of gnats that whizzed up unexpectedly against my face as I was crossing a small wooden bridge on the River Wandle. I did turn my head when I noticed them, but it was too late. When I got home, I started sneezing. Huge, extra loud sneezes. At least a hundred of them, I just couldn't stop.
My nose blocked up completely. I looked like I was having a very bad cold. My voice went all funny, and my face looked red and swollen. And it went on for quite a while. For a moment I even considered calling in sick for my night shift.
In the end I didn't have to... after about four hours, my symptoms began to subside. So here I am, typing away in the middle of the night, hoping I'm making a bit of sense. I doubt I do, so I'd better go now.
My nose blocked up completely. I looked like I was having a very bad cold. My voice went all funny, and my face looked red and swollen. And it went on for quite a while. For a moment I even considered calling in sick for my night shift.
In the end I didn't have to... after about four hours, my symptoms began to subside. So here I am, typing away in the middle of the night, hoping I'm making a bit of sense. I doubt I do, so I'd better go now.
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