Or in my case ‘if life separates you from your oyster card, run the long way home’.
Just before I left work, I realised that I had left my oyster card at home. Along with all my cash and my cash card. Doh! Which meant I could either run the shorter way home kicking myself every time a bus passed, or I could run the longer way home and pretend I didn’t care.
Newly downloaded podcasts at the ready, I opted for the longer route. 7km in an hour isn’t great pacewise but it does make me feel that 10km at the end of May is well within my power. Hurrah!