Sunday, 27 September 2009

morning of the living dead


Week 7
Sunday runs are usually a day of over friendly pleasantries with strangers that I pass as I run – however today the feels is different and distinctly weird – I am considering that I may just be a little paranoid – sometimes I feel self conscious and wonder if I have a funny gait or odd running style that forces comments from drivers or passers by that see me plodding along – but this morning this is multiplied everyone I pass looks at me in a distinctly odd way – a bit night of the living dead – quietly distant – and strange – I always thought zombies hung out in groups I didnt know they hung out on Sunday mornings to stare at sweaty runners – weird shit I kid you not – hoodie woman was weird weird ( that’s double weird) probably age late sixties with dark teenage boy hoodie look - not only her but every other passer by was odd - I mean darkoddhorrorshitodd – this was not the usual jaunty Sunday morning crowd walkin dogs and scaring my fluffy rabbits – got paranoid and thought it must be me – had mrs riderunner woke in the night and drew a swastika or other unsanitary social emblem on my head - for laughs or something – run home fast but the mirror does not lie – it was not me – they were zombies

Run stats 15min run 1min walk 15min run – newgate loop short