On Macklind:

First I hear a thump-thump of feet, then the jangling of a chain. A fit, beautiful girl, running with her dog, passes me like I’m standing still.

Bitch.

Down Loughborough:

Three teenage boys walk in line down the side walk. They see me, I see them. Neither party changes course. At the last second, before collision, Both I and the far-left side kid move a half-step to either side.

On January:

An overweight gay man walking his dog says “Good job! It’s too hot to run!”

“Thanks, I think you’re right”, I reply.

Further on January:

A redneck guy on a scooter drives up and down the street, back-and-forth, back-and-forth.

Fucking hoosier.

…and then I’m home.