#ParkRun 81 walked! And it was a pea souper. Glad I got out and about and said good morning to some people as Trish ran it. But I don't love walking it as I don't really get what I need, mentally or physically. But at least I got a smidge. A smidgen. A smidget. It's funny how all human life is at the park on a Saturday morning. Different factions. Like a weird British version of The Warriors. You've got your park runners and within that you've got your elites, your veterans, organisers etc. Then you've got your army guys. British Military Fitness - a group of shouty men bullying some sweaty and regretful looking middle aged people to pumping techno music. On the other side of the park is the old men planking to classic rock. Gentle pushups to the Doobie Brothers. Then you've got your disparates. People driven by unseen demons, eschewing human contact, staring unseen as they pound the floor trapped in their own purgatory. Then the dog walkers in all of their many forms. The young couples in love and the older couples arguing about nothing, united in their dog walking prison. Then the ghosts. Sat on park bench, barely corporeal. Who knows their sorry stories. Their tales of woe...

Can you count, suckeeers? I say the future is ours! If you.... can count.

Anyway..... er..... I've got no clue what I'm on about HAVE A GREAT WEEKEND EVERYONE! X