“Where else can you get a box of 10 mangoes for 3 pounds?” asks Sean D in his enthusiastic review of East London’s Whitechapel Market.
This was a question I failed to consider as I chose to run through it last Thursday afternoon as part of my final training for tomorrow’s British 10K London Run.
As I weaved deftly through the hoards of those in pursuit of inexpensive mangoes, I thought only of the ticking pedometer in my bum pocket, adding milliseconds to my run time.I had already covered 4K to get this far -only two left!
I dodged; I squeezed; I zigzagged.
I f**ked up my ankle.
“Don’t run through pain”, I heard a sensible voice in my head, so I walked. I walked past the nice old Queen Mary University, and the shiny new bit, and the bit that didn’t seem familiar or that or… where the hell was I?
I attempted another little gallop and stopped just as quickly. Oh look, a familiar address, Victoria Park!
Quite how I ended up on the far side of Victoria Park was somewhat bewildering, but being without phone, money or a Boris Bike location meant I had no alternative but to hobble home.
All NINE kilometres. (I traced it on my return almost two hours later.)
9K Walk 5.5 miles / 8.851392 km
Something tells me that I may have to sit this one out.
Maybe I can have a muse about some important life questions
What the flip would anyone do with 10 mangoes anyway?