I had the itch. I couldn’t stop thinking about this run during the whole week, and instead of doing it on Saturday morning, I went on Friday night right after work.

I closed the laptop with a crack, had some yogurt and banana and barely warmed up.The darkness and the lights blurring as flames on the sides made me feel a strange dizziness, as if I was trapped on a spinning tunnel with no way out.

Humid and warm, stopping constantly in the middle of the busy London night life, I found peace going up Hyde Park. The music stopped and I completed half of the run with the noise of my head reverberating as pain on my legs.

Some well-deserved slices of Voodoo Ray’s pizza and Fight Club before bed.

I’ve been digging CIVIC’s last album lately, I good one when the anger takes over.