It was running club tonight.
We ran 5.64 miles through the mean streets of Nottingham on All Hallows' Eve. What with the full moon, the forthcoming Mayan Apocalypse and perhaps the imminent danger of a stray hurricane, I reckon we were pretty lucky to get back in one piece.
More or less.
I encountered a few slack-jawed, vacant-eyed walkers around Asda on Loughborough Road, but there's nothing unusual about that. A quick turn of pace left them lurching mindlessly in my wake and I was away.
Remember: to survive this, I don't have to run fast.... I just have to run faster than you.
Are you prepared?
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