Since I last ran here five days ago, the earth has already travelled some eight million miles.
It’s completely oblivious to its inhabitants. Or does it know about all the love, peace, war, chaos, madness that takes place here while it whistles about at more than 100,000 kilometres per hour.
Meanwhile, here I am down below running with two youngsters enjoying the first run of the week down the same road. Or is it the same?
Writing about Running 