On Sunday morning, I started off on a leisurely loop around the parks. This time on Sunday, the area around the Palace was near empty. When I ran down the Mall, I couldn’t see a single person in any direction. It was heaven, wasn’t it?
I came back at a pre-appointed time to pick up the young boy.
The weather was perfect for running. We set off the same way I had come, making way around St James’s, skirting Green Park, onto Hyde Park.
After a bit, it was apparent it wasn’t his day. The distance he finished was respectable enough, but it wasn’t his day and so I bundled us up in a taxi to drop him back.
After the ten minute break, I felt energised to do more than I had planned and it was once again back down the same stretch for the third time.
This time in Hyde Park, running known loops and combining new patterns, I finished long run Sunday in London.
Next up, a cello lesson.
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