Not me, but this chap in Hilly Fields:
Needless to say, he got lots of attention, especially as he had set up shop right next to the playground. Edward and I were a bit British in our ‘appreciation’ of his efforts, chortling to ourselves each time he did a massive wobble and fell off. Though I did a very Welsh ‘Fair dos’ to redress the balance.
Before we witnessed this display of acrobatic mastery and circus skill, we did our annual ‘take the tree for a walk’. This might just be a London thing, but many of the parks have drop-off points for residents to take their Christmas tree when they have finished with it, and the park keepers then shred and compost them. This makes for some interesting sights as people walk happily along the road carrying their floppy trees, leaving a trail of pine needles along the way. I think we must live in a high wood-burning stove area, as many people were hacking branches off discarded trees and making off with the remaining trunks.
My run was done before all this fun, and before breakfast. Not my finest hour. I made it worse by taking a hilly and challenging route, heading right into the strong wind. Oh, how my thighs burned! Just a short one due to my complete lack of energy at that time on a Saturday morning, but I was relieved that the rain I lay listening to in the night (yes, I have this weird Janathon insomnia thing too) had stopped chucking itself down. Tomorrow I will try to run a bit further, I do have a marathon to train for after all!
Janathon day 8:
Time: 32 minutes 31 seconds
Distance: 3.01 miles
Average Pace: 10.48
Best Pace: 8.16