Nightrunning

When you run, Londoners do not move out of the way and let you pass like people in Belfast do. You have to find your way through them, a little forcefully sometimes. When I run, my mind wanders. I couldn’t let that happen when I ran in St. James’s Park yesterday. It was far too crowded for that.

I did still find my mind racing through many things. I thought about the day we had had, about how good Matilda had been. I thought about Blaugust, and what I was going to write about for the next few days. Although I’m not participating officially, I’m treating it as an excuse to write as much as I can this month, with a faint hope of reaching the 31-post pinnacle by the end of the month.

I thought about London, and whether I would enjoy living there. There is no shortage of things to do, but I can’t help but think it would quickly become overwhelming, and financially unviable.

I thought about the website, of all the changes I still wanted to make. I thought about how I should get a notebook, so I could write these ideas down when they come to me. I thought about how I would forget to take the notebook anywhere with me anyway. I thought, maybe I should use my phone to take notes.

I thought about how I should play music more often. My guitars haven’t been touched in a while. I forget what they feel like in my hand. I forget their weight. I forget the electric hum they make when I plug them in.

I thought about my next concert. It will be in Manchester. I will be seeing The Cure, for the second time, and I have much better seats than the ones I had when I first saw them. I thought about how much I like Manchester. I wondered whether I would enjoy living there. There is no shortage of things to do, but I can’t help but think it would quickly become overwhelming, and financially unviable.

I thought about how much I like Belfast. Living there. Running there.

I thought about how my running thoughts could be a blog post.