After the warm up courtesy of Mick and the boys (Start me up). I clicked Endomondo and Led Zep reminded me that "Cryin' won't help you, prayin' won't do you no good". The Levee Breaking seemed appropriate as I battled through the autumnal wind and rain.
When I was making up the play list last night I was aware of just how many songs I was having to fit in to take me to 28 minutes but the run started well, I settled into a slow but easy rhythm. The second running song was equally long, Pink Floyd's - Have a cigar and the method in my madness was that I knew I'd be somewhere close to half way by the time these two were finished.
I wasn't far off and when I activated someone's security light for the second time Warren Zevon was appropriately singing about the dangers of Werewolves in London. The only shallow hill of the run was not as hard as I'd imagined it might be the second time around and as Stevie Windwood's Higher Love gave way to Dexy's Midnight runners Come on Eileen I startled the only other person I saw on this dark, damp, windy morning; a dog walker who I smiled at and said good morning to though I doubt she could see my smile by the light of the street lamps.
It was now getting hard and not helped by the same puddle I'd stepped in the first time around. I knew that when Men at work had finished waxing lyrical about their beloved antipodean home land (an excellent band whatever happened to them ?), I'd have 30 seconds of silence to go before 28 minutes were up. By the time I'd finished messing with the Android to get it to show me how long I'd got left I'd run for 28 minutes and 37 secs.
Job done tick.