Sometimes I find myself wondering what I would bring to a deserted island. Who would be the lucky few to make the cut on such a reclusive getaway? Who would make it in the friend zone?
So I went back to running. I had done it as a crazy overambitious college admission driven teenager and obviously had mixed memories. It’s been a slow but somewhat successful start so far. Below is how I map my run… at least mentally!
If you entertained the idea that being “out for lunch” was my last hurray in terms of the august or shall we say slothful summer spirit, think again. It seemingly feels just as hard to get back into the groove of things in early september than it did last week.
There is no doubt about it. A not so small part of me feels that most Londoners have jumped ship during the month of August. How shall I put this delicately? Where have all the cool people gone to?