Day 341: Transition Post

Well meta

I love Blogger - it's great. When you get fewer page visits (which is blatantly happening now I'm not posting my blog on Facebook), it changes the scale, so it still looks like lots of people are reading. Must be a motivational thing. It works on me. I'm happy to be simple like that, though. 

It's a transition blog, because I'm moving from late night blogging to early morning, in an attempt to get more/better sleep (not 'more better sleep' - that'd be grammatically wrong and we know how I feel about that, innit). And to write non-blog stuff too. NaNoWriMo is imminent. Will I deliver?

A Betty's Fat Rascal

It's kind of a big day, only not. Full of decisions and practicalities that may or may not mean something in the future. A chat with a nice lady from West Yorkshire Police. If there's going to be some crime, may it please be there. Speak to the Police and everything seems fixable with a cup of tea and a toasted teacake, or at a push, a massive scone from Betty's. 

Foggy pond action

Thanks to lovely Pond Mel, I partook of the pond this morning when otherwise, I may have lain in bed for many hours. We arranged to meet, then she bailed out after a late night, but crucially, not until just before we were due to meet. Perfect! No opportunity for me to do a wobbly. I was already there, in running gear, ready to run/swim. 

Soo.... I did my 'run', which involved jogging to the bottom of the first hill and about halfway up it, then walking/running a bit, having a sit-down and a stretch at the closed cafe kiosk, walking a bit further, breaking into the lamest jog anyone's ever seen and then grinning and accepting that I just wasn't going to run. I went up to the stand where you can look out over London, just to the left of Kenwood House. You couldn't even see as far as the end of the field. It was beautiful, though. Very atmospheric. I liked it. 

Tree fog

I tried a little run downhill after that. Nope - still couldn't be bothered. The only running I did do was from the bottom of that same hill, back up it. As I walked down, a man appeared from the bushes. I waited for his dog. Didn't appear. He was much bigger than me and looked strong. He had a plastic bag in his left hand and he put his right into his coat pocket. He walked slowly. He was probably having a think, enjoying the fog, taking a walk as is his right, even if he doesn't have a dog. 

I 'SO' looked nothing like this

My belly twinged, though. There were no people around, lots of bushes and lots of fog. So, thank you, man going for a walk. I turned and ran up that hill. I got about three quarters of the way this time, quite fast. Thanks, adrenalin. I'm sorry it's the way things are that a big bloke going for a walk on his own can trigger such behaviour from strangers, without him doing anything wrong. I'm also at one with my decision. Felt like the right thing to do. I'll never know whether or not it was. So let's just decide. Well done. Good decision. Carry on.