Three midweek runs: an early morning run at home, out of the house in the dark, up and down the seafront trying to run fast for one mile sessions; a run along some of the Regent's Canal at lunchtime yesterday, and today the touristy route, down to Watreloo bridge, along the Tahmes path and back over the Millenium Bridge. Do we still call it the wobbly bridge? There was a curious sight on the river, several launches and rigid inflatables with armed soldiers or marines in them, as well as police. I wondered if we might be at war with the Dutch, and Van Tromp had strapped a broom to his mast once more.
Rest day tomorrow. One of the ways in which I count down to the end of my job is the number of lunchtime runs I have left. It is now six, three this week and three next.
