Christmas Eve

I don’t usually run the day before a race but thought I’d go for a quick three miles round the marshes and as I get to the other side of the footbridge a cyclist comes round the corner and waits for me to come down and I think hmm, a polite cyclist, where do they make them? but there would have been room for him to go past too as it’s not like I’m holding my arms out and moving from side to side but maybe he’s superstitious and doesn’t like passing people on stairs or maybe he is just a polite cyclist and we are over the marshes after all, where people are generally civilised and not acting like angry City commuters and I go past the stables and there’s a man in a van just gone through the gate and he gets out to close the gate and says morning and I think it must be polite people day today and I go down the path and a dog runs over and starts barking and jumping up and down and I can’t get past the barking and jumping up and down dog and I say fuck off dog and I think oops, I don’t usually swear at dogs but it won’t get out of my way and then it does go away and I carry on and get to the boring bit and I can hear a strange bird type noise so I stop and look up in the trees but I can’t see anything and then I’m nearly home and think I should change the tracks on my iPod for tomorrow’s race and I think maybe I should put Christmas songs on it, seeing as there’s going to be about 700 people dressed up in Santa suits and then I think na, I’m not having Christmas, bah humbug.

Splits

Stats:
Distance: 2.99 miles
Time: 30:52 minutes
Pace: 10:19
Calories: 284
Polite cyclists: 1
Polite mans in vans: 1
Barking and jumping up and down dogs: 1
Strange bird type noises: 1
People going to be dressed up in Santa suits tomorrow: about 700
Christmas songs going on my iPod: 0
Music:
Stereo Total
Duran Duran
Blur
The Smiths
Arctic Monkeys
Scissor Sisters