Dogs in fog

I almost got up before eight this morning. I woke up at 07:55 and thought  if I get up now, I’ll be up before eight but I ignored myself and then at 07:58 I thought I can still get up before eight but ignored myself again and then it was 07:59 and I thought I’ve still got time to get up before eight but continued to ignore myself and then the clock was showing 08:00 and I turned over to look at the other clock in case it said 07:59 and I could still get up before eight but that clock said 08:00 too but I got up so I could at least say it hadn’t really gone past eight when I got up and I had a cup of tea and a banana smoothie and put my running gear on and emptied the dishwasher while my Garmin was outside getting a signal and I put on my ipod and went outside and my Garmin, although getting fully charged after each use, has for the last few weeks said it only has 9 hours of battery life, when it used to be 12, although I’m not actually planning on running for 9 hours at any point during my lifetime, so until it starts saying 15 minutes of battery left, I don’t really need to worry.

I start off down the road and it’s foggy and I think I’ve got to cycle into town later to get the train to London and I don’t know how to cycle in the fog, do I put my lights on or what and how will the car drivers see me? and then I think BUT I’M RUNNING NOW IN THE ROAD AND HOW WILL THE CAR DRIVERS SEE ME? I WILL GET SQUISHED IN THE FOG AND DIE! and a car comes round the bend in the fog and I can only just about see it but luckily it sees me and doesn’t squish me in the fog and I get to the safety of the closed off road where there aren’t any cars in the fog, only dogs, like the one attached to a lead held by a lady in a pink jacket and the dog is very small and I think you shouldn’t have small dogs, you should get a proper size dog like

an Irish Wolfhound as I did when I was younger as that’s a proper dog and I get a mile up the road and turn round and go back the way I came and there’s a woman with three dogs and they must be evil vicious devil dogs as she pulls them to her and stops while I go past and I’m feeling politer today and I say thank you and she pulls a kind of grimacey face and then through the fog I can see the houses at the end of the road and then I’m home and I get back on the internet and people are Tweeting that they’ve got their VLM magazines and I hear the postman put something heavy through the letterbox and I go and investigate and me and Shaun have matching magazines with some very pissed off looking people on the cover which means WE ARE REJECTS and I’m slightly disappointed but I don’t know why as it’s unlikely I’d have done any training or turned up to do it anyway.

Stats:
Distance: 2.03 miles
Time: 22:31
Pace: 11:07 m/m
Calories: 202
Fogs: 1
Cars squishing me in the fog: 0
Dogs in fog: 3
VLM rejection magazines: 2
Music:
Black Wire
David Hentschel
Avi Buffalo
Cardiacs