I ran eight and a bit miles at lunchtime. I should have run ten, but that would have been testing my employer's and co-workers' patience. It was not too hard, though the weather was indifferent. I took myself over the downs above Kingston, above the Big W of Jog Shop Jog fame.
Time: 1:30:00
Distance: 8.59
Pace: 10:29 (best 7:19)
I often sing as I run, sometimes to myself, sometimes out loud. I expect many runners do. Today I gave myself and the sheep on the downs the Pogues' Streams of Whiskey, a favourite which is very good for a steady-to-brisk pace, Ukulele Lady, which I know from my father's singing but also that of Ry Cooder, and, I don't know why, Tom Lehrer's Masochism Tango.
"I yearn for the touch of your lips, dear,
But much more for the touch of your whips, dear.
You can raise welts
Like nobody else,
As we dance to the Masochism Tango"
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