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100 days left of my first last name.
Louisa and I ran the Womens 5km challenge today - as I rounded the corner and saw the finish line with timer I busted my ass to make it there before it got to 30 minutes. My face was much like the colour of this installation.
This nice looking building in our local park is a Rotherhithe tunnel air vent, which spews out exhaust fumes. Nice.
Willing the sun is like backing a slow horse. Hope is waning.
2007 Banksy
Having tried on what feels like a million dresses today, I'm on auto-bride, with too many options to choose from.
It's still worth noticing.
The marathon went past our house on both sides. As if the distance isn't inspiring enough there were people running in all sorts of costumes, uniforms and even a wedding dress.
London felt so much smaller today when I managed to run to Tower Bridge from my house. No chance of getting much further than that, with the sun shining the population outdoors seems to doubles. It was like running through people soup.