Whatever it takes

Tonight I went for a run for two reasons: 1) I can hear music from my house and wanted to see if there was a fair in the park. 2) I read that Harry Styles of One Direction has been hanging out at a pub on my running route. If fairs and minor-celeb hunting aren't good running motivation, then I don't know what is. However, following another short Vibram-based run on Saturday, my calf muscles are still really sore. So I decided to ditch them. (The Vibrams, not my calf muscles.) Just temporarily. Sinking back into my trainers was like reuniting with an old friend. If my old friend was a pair of oven gloves, filled with cotton wool. They may be the gift of the devil, but they are a very comfy, shock-absorbing gift. Given the Ealing half-marathon is less than six weeks away, I have decided to mix up my training attire. If I can't go farther in my minimal shoes, then my trainers will have to take me there instead. All in all, it was a very satisfying run. I chased a squirrel up Oakhill Avenue and managed to avoid running into a fruit stall on Finchley Road. Oh, and as for the reasons to run in the first place: no fair; no Harry Styles. But I did see Bill Nighy. As usual. (Stats: 4.34 miles; 41.59 minutes; 9.40 minute/mile.)