Yesterday I woke up late. You know, recently I've been spending a lot of my weekends, especially Sunday waking up late. I felt like reading, I guess, because I walked to town and straight into W.H Smiths in Wimbledon. I surveyed the wealth of magazines on display to read. It was like looking into a colourful garden - there were so many different magazines across a plethora of topics. I saw computer ones, but I didn't feel like one of those, I saw body building ones, lifestyle, sport, gossip and music. I took a running magazine, looked at the front cover, thought about it and then took it to the automatic tills. I casually scanned in the barcode, placed it in the bagging area and payed for it. Actually someone left their credit card in the machine before me. I handed it in.

I strolled, magazine in hand, up the hill to Wimbledon Village and became conscious of my easy stride patterns but didn't change it as it felt good and it was calming. I evaluated each coffee shop as I passed, I only passed two though. I was looking for an empty seat to read and drink a latte. I like lattes, I found one(a seat), sat down, took off my coat and put down my stuff and went up to the counter to order my drink. After that I sat and read for about an hour. In that hour I had noticed 3 people arrive and leave the table next to me. The lady that served me left, holding the door open for a customer before she left - end of her shift. A father and two children arrived and left, other people came and went. I just sat there noticing.

It was a good magazine. I had finished my coffee 20 minutes ago and it was getting late - I wanted to go for a 6km run before it got too dark. I walked home, thinking about the way my foot hits the ground when I run. I thought about that while I was running too. I aimed to land on the front part of my foot each stride I took as I ran through the clear darkening night. Headlights shone on me as I ran alone aside the road. It's quite difficult to consciously land on a specific part of your foot each time. I wore a thin running jacket - I don't normally do that but I was feeling cold and that's because it was dark. I finished 30 minutes later at 17:00 and as I past the shops in the town near the end of my run, I realised how all the shops where still open and it wasn't at all as late as I thought it was. The barber sign was still outside the shop, on the walkway. That meant that it was still open. It was a Sunday. It was a good run. I think I landed on the front part of my foot most times but I got tired near the end so probably didn't do it enough then. I glanced at my running watch occasionally when I ran, specifically when I started feeling tired. It's good to know what your body is saying about how you are feeling. Usually at around 90%-97% of my maximum heart rate, is when I'm running hard and I start to feel it. I've never seem myself at 98%-100% of my max heart rate. I then steady the pace at about 80%-89% and usually stay within this range most of the distance.br

Sometimes I forget about it: my heart rate, and just run and I forget about my legs and about my watch and about my shoes and they disappear, all but the regular semi-silent breaths of gushing air swooshing quietly in and out of my mouth. It's at these times that I can look around. I notice the houses that I pass, the cars parked in their drive ways, the faces of people I pass by. It's like dreaming, maybe like sleeping or swimming.

I remember as a child swimming in pools and swimming to the bottom and lying there on the bottom feeling like I never needed to breath again under water. It's real quite underwater. That's how i think running should feel like.

I finished my first Hemmingway book the other day which I'm slightly happy with. The book was entitled, "Men without Woman". It's a collection of short stories. Probably a good way to introduce an author is to get a flavour of different stories by the author.

Anyway, I just past my stop twice. I'm at Angel and the previous stop was Old Street, both are not Moorgate and that's where I need to be.

It's real cold in the afternoon now, about 14:30 and I have to keep my coat on while I write. Fingers are cold, but they soldier on. I was thinking more about Ernest Hemingway today. He said that he wrote about what was true and honest. That's a good thing to do. I like people to be true and honest. Sometimes people aren't clear and simple as they could be.

I was watching this documentary on TV last night. It was about Black Rhinoceroses. It said that Black Rhinoceroses are well known to be anti-social. That was interesting. I like Black Rhinoceroses more now than I did before. There was also this program which showed how an emerging city was being built completely from the ground up to be energy efficient, aiming to eliminate waste and utilise the power of the sun as the primary energy source. The city is in the Desert. There won't be a need for cars either.