Wake up!

The sun, streaming through my blinds at 5.53am called me to wake up and run.

And run I did.

A train line abandoned in the 1950's, now overgrown and treelined, was the path I travelled, sweating my way from Highgate to Finsbury Park.

I'd like to say I made it all the way back - but I didn't.

The 4km outward journey was brisk, 4km return, a gentle stroll, accompanied by a tender knee. This friend has been with me, since I embarked on an unsuccessful marathon preparation campaign a couple of months ago.

I hope that it heals soon.

Maybe a new pair of trainers will solve everything?!