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Right. If I'm not working, I'm going to get fit. Cut price running shoes and a pair of shorts have been acquired. Running is the way forward - my hairy pins shall be gracing the local neighbourhood. A few years back, a young guy I used to work with just about crippled me with our lunchtime runs. Admittedly, running for 45 minutes, without sufficient stretching before or after and trying to keep up with a whipper snapper ten years my junior, was asking for trouble. After half a dozen of our runs, my body said WTF and gave up the ghost - my back was ruined - agony, to be rectified over time by regular Pilates. I now have a core of steel and a running plan. Endless runs through the Brockley area lie in wait, witnessing historic local events, like a modern day, South London Forest Gump...(see Daily Tune.)