A gorgeous autumnal Sunday, my boyfriend and I go for a run. “Do you mind if I listen to music?” He asks. Of course not I reply, dangling my earphones.
We run past a narrow boat on the Hertford Union canal lock and people taking pictures of it. We join the joggers pounding down Victoria Park’s paths. CHVRCHES and Erasure sing in my ears; how lovely to realise their new albums are also good for runners.
My right knee starts to ache just over 4km, by a water fountain. “Let’s walk the rest of the way.” He smiles in agreement.