Too foggy today for road running, so back to the local playing fields for a couple of miles. Really rather depressing - cold, damp, dull. For some reason, my trainers really hated the frosty, recently cut grass and let in an awful lot of water - after 2 minutes my sox were absolutely soaked. Not sure how I avoided blisters. Trousers wicked up the water too, ended up damp to the knee. Nonetheless, I feel faintly virtuous for running two days in a row, which I traditionally don't do, 'cos my legs generally feel like lead (which sure enough, they did today, nearly gave up after the first mile).
Bob Dylan, Bomb the Bass, Bran Van, Brooklyn Funk Essentials and Bryan Ferry kept me going.
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