running, reading, nonsense.
And so, slightly belatedly, I find myself reflecting on last year. Because of this wonderful thing called recency bias we tend to pick songs, films, tv shows, games, races, from the latter part of the year as our favourite thing of the year. This is how I find myself, as I reflect, thinking of the… Continue reading Backwards, Forwards.
I am wrapped in twin layers. Legs, arms, wrists, hands, and fingers, swathed and coddled. I step onto the road, and I start to run. This road has been many things over a short period of time. It has been crisp with white overnight frost, slick with ice, flooded with torrential rain, and utterly lost… Continue reading Running Through It
run into words 