Spent the day developing a proposition for pet passports and getting clearance that Orang Utan passports should be Orange.  Had made arrangements with Peri, who works at work, to run the two segments that I’d missed out on either side of Covent Garden.  At 5:30pm she came over to my desk to proclaim that it was raining.  At this time I had already changed into running gear and was waiting for her to get ready. Her revelation was as if to say: “I’m not running in the rain”.  However, I wasn’t fooled by this opening gambit and with some encouragement and bad logic, we were out trotting past buildings in Westminster, along the back of Downing Street, taking a detour past the Olympic Beach Volleyball site, via Trafalgar Square, to Leicester Square.

Oh I should point out that it was still raining. A LOT. Note the clues: drenched runner; lots of umbrellas.

This is the world’s shortest tube run. Next stop about 1/3 of a mile away at Covent Garden.  Here is Peri seeing the funny side of running in torrential rain.

And minutes later, having passed the building where they pretend is MI5 headquarters in Spooks, we are at Holborn.  Oh it was still raining.  We are the drowned rats in the front of the picture.  Although having said that I think I’d prefer to be there than on the other side of the road squeezing to get inside the tube station.

Mission accomplished, we then jogged back, splashing commuters, down the Strand to Charing Cross. I had no problems with commuters sitting too close to me for the journey back.  Was very pleased to be changed out of those clothes though!  I think I managed to convince Peri that the next run would definitely be drier.

Next run: Sunday. But you knew that!

Media News


1. I apparently feature in the podcast for MarathonTalk (available on i-Tunes)
2. Look out for an article about me in Friday edition of City A.M.