Today's run took place entirely in the dark, with the clocks having gone back and the true end of British Summer time. There was a chilly wind blowing off the river this evening and there had been lingering fog that had not really cleared all day, which lent the riverside a mysterious quality, like a Victorian detective novel. I felt tired going into it and the time reflects the fact that I didn't run as hard as I could have done. I spent the early part of the run talking to Michael, who runs slightly slower than I do anyway, but I ran the latter part alone. I felt slow and sluggish running around the entire route and was glad to reach the end when I did. I know that I am going to need to change my habits, making sure that I go to bed earlier during the week and drink less alcohol over the weekends. I did go to the pub tonight and it was really nice to have a sociable chat with some of the Monday runners, who I don't usually get to see socially.
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