Somehow I managed to go out running in the cold this morning. First time since last Wednesday. I awoke before the alarm, hauled my bulk up off the mattress on the floor, wound up the shutters and squinted out into the darkness. The day was clearly cold, but still;  I went for a pee.

And somehow, after that made me feel more comfortable, I put on my running gear and a woolly hat, and did my 10k course.
All this on top of having been out dancing ’till 1am last night.

Perhaps Lindy Hop still makes me come alive?