So, W9R1 I’m in the Netherlands 🇳🇱 running in a beautiful campus at 5.30 in the morning.
No music, I’m worried about Dutch serial killers leaping out the woods, so for the first time it’s just me and a disembodied Jo Wiley (who’s speaking out my arse aka back pocket).
No music, means more internal dialogue. This is when people construct their posts I realise! I notice birdsong, the initial ragged, then regular rate of my breathing. 4 steps per breath (is that a cadence I wonder?). I also reflect on the running book I’m reading. It’s only short, ‘what I talk about when I talk about running’ by the Japanese jazz-loving novelist Haruki Murakami. It’s great, every runner should read it. Pearls of wisdom from an unlikely marathon runner.
I survived both the run and the Dutch serial killer.
Happy running folks. 🏃🏻♀️🏃🏻♂️😎🇳🇱