I think I spotted a wolf last night. By wolf I mean a huge fucking dog that was sitting on its own without an owner at 2am in the middle of a city.
It was the first I thought about the benefits of speedwork. Not that it would give me any chance against a beast of such stature. I tried to run past it as slowly as possible but there was part of me which wanted to run like fuck. It didn’t move at all so maybe it was just a hallucination. I don’t want to bring CS gas with me on every run.
Stray dogs are bad enough on their own without any of this shit.
I am enjoying the early morning runs otherwise. It’s great getting it out of the way so I’m not spending all day dreading it.
It’s very peaceful running in the dark around Marjan Forest Park.
I’m having the night off from calorie counting as I’m celebrating
I am heading back to London on Monday as I secured another contract. It’s based in Holborn which is a part of London I really like.
I have missed London a little bit. The pace of life here is very slow and it takes about half an hour to get to the front of the queue in a shop. 6 more nights here and I am done. It actually feels more like a holiday now as I’m not under pressure to do a shitton of work.
I am hoping that the day off calorie counting will make it easier to maintain my weight in the long run. I have this unhealthy drive at the moment where if I see that I’m not making enough progress I will be very hard on myself mentally. I guess this all stems from putting on weight last year. I don’t want to undo all of the hard work I’ve put in.