I found that the Capital Ring is actually not a Gay bar in Old Compton Street, it's a ring of running/walking/cycling paths all round London - a kind of 'walkers M25' as the bumf says.
Runners are completely spoiled in London - it never gets cold, and there are hundreds of tracks and paths, by canals, in parks, along motorways...so you London fatties have no excuse, im afraid.
I gave it a shot round Finsbury park yesterday, just the usual slow 10km with the pack on, I think I can start building up the mileage now at last though after a succesful 'Chi-running' lesson in Edinburgh last week (more about this in the next post).
The place was teeming with runners, junkies and alcoholics. Every now and then, i'd come face to face with the mangled up crazy eyes of some nutcase with his can of strong lager, and we'd both look at each other, each of us thinking 'Thank God im not you' . A very special moment.
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