Today I ran the same route as I did on Monday but I ran it a hell of a lot faster. I know this because on Monday I made it home as the last strains of the Muse album were fading away, whereas today I still had a couple of songs to go.
How do you knock over five minutes off your time in one run? I can’t have been running very fast the other day, can I?
But it’s so gratifying. The speeds so different, it’s almost as if you’ve beaten a complete stranger. I feel sorry for the sprinters. For them it’s about 0.001 of a second. That’s the move of a misplaced piece of hair, a sneeze, a badly timed blink.
In comparison, it seems I can stop when my iPod pouch falls off, stop again when an ignorant driver heads straight through a pedestrian crossing, walk up the final flight of stairs and still shave minutes off my time.
It could also have something to do with the drastic change in weather conditions between the cool eve of tonight and the relative heat wave of the other day, but I prefer to think I’m making great strides. Pardon the pun.