Day 12 – the ‘run misty for me’ day

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There’s something really magical about running through mist. Or is it fog? I never know which is which.

Anyway, I ran early today and enjoyed the muffling, mysterious experience of having the sound of my footsteps softened, the streetlights haloed by opal light and the crows cawing discontentedly and invisibly. To lower the tone, I really hate the way my hair does an impression of an elderly and weather-damaged bluebell when the humidity is high. It clings to my head and then springs out in random directions as if I’d been the victim of an attack by violent curling tongs.

• Distance - 1.56 k
• Weather – misty.