Thoughts Running through my mind. Five weeks remaining. Monday Evening.

Just when you think it’s warming up the jacket AND Arctic Monkeys beanie hat are on.

Serial podcast time. Though the second season is wholly less engrossing I still think I’m missing something with Beau.

Sprinting between people so I don’t have to hold back. Some pedestrians just WANT to get in the way.

Still can’t get over how Sam Smith has an Oscar for that terrible Bond song.

Who’d have thought it, a steady half hour run has become ‘comfortable’.

20 minutes in and not a single male runner, not that that’s a complaint. It’s just, weird.

Definitely earned a huge dinner. And a peppermint hot chocolate.

Bumped into a neighbour and pretty sure I just mumbled ‘Morning’.