Friday and a reluctant half day at
work. I ate my sandwiches and considered my options. Rather than
launch into an involved afternoon's work I put it off till Monday and
went home early. After a bit of unpacking, morally; spiritually;
psychologically; I went for a run in Holyrood. I was feeling a bit
below par and only just realised it was the race and the long run of
the last 2 days that had left me tired. It was another delightful
evening and the small slow run I had in mind rolled out without much
of note. Except I took the camera and had a welcome stop here and
there. I did little more than hit the summit, then loop round over
Crow and Whinny Hills. The views up the Forth were hazy and after
taking a couple of photos towards the bridges I dodged down to St
Margaret's Loch. On the way I tried that thing: to photograph my
shadow detached from my jumping body. It filled the descent and my
head and I found myself following a different route I'd never been on
before.
Down at the loch the birds were acting
up as ever. I knew it was a bit of a cheap shot to catch the birds
there, as punters threw them bread. However, in the evening light
they can look amazing even though they are commonplace pigeons, swans and
gulls. I hung around for a bit then jogged home feeling tired. I was
trying not to expend the energy I would require for Traprain Law Hill
Race the following afternoon, hoping that a poor training run is (as
often is the case) followed by a good race.
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