Up early and hangover free.
Fast forward 24 hours, and that won't last.
I did a bit of blogging and photo editing from the basketball from Friday night.
And then the Brockwell Park Run.
My enthusiasm has been slowly picking up over recent weeks.
The unfortunate run of 'male bodily injuries' that I suffered over the Christmas and New Year period appear to have been resolved.
The run last week was gentle; today I was up for a half-decent work out.
Although probably not a PB...
Madam Pacemaker greeted me at the gates of the Park.
I politely declined her very kind invitation to sprint around with her.
Instead I took it at my own pace - 11:58 at the halfway split. Happy with that.
My final time of 22:30 was around 30 seconds up on what I was expecting.
I took no consolation from being beaten by a man and his dog. A fella and his four-legged friend crossed the finish line just ahead of me.
Woof woof, etc.
And then the lovely lido.
Woh - that felt cold as I strolled up poolside, still soaking wet in my running gear.
There was a brisk Brockwell wind, but the water temperature was actually up form yesterday to 9.1 degrees.
I put in eight enthusiastic lengths, and was then joined by the rubber boys and girls of the Windrush Tri Club.
I kept the pace for a couple more lengths, before ducking out.
Back at base and @RobertElms was asking about the best and most missed things in your borough.
My contribution was:
BEST things in Lambeth:
Brockwell Lido - now open all year round.
Black Cultural Archives - brilliant new Windrush Square location.
Canterbury Arms pub, Brixton - proper old school boozer, live music, club nights, but now demolished for 'luxury apartments'.
Not quite gone, but will be soon: Vauxhall Ski Jump bus station.
sad, sad face
I cycled off to the West End (ish) early afternoon.
The first stop Sir John Soames House.
I have been past many times, but for some reason never ventured inside.
I was expecting it be BONKERS.
It was DOUBLE BONKERS.
My disdain for hoarders soon diminished.
The whole house was full of phallic items. Who would want to live in a house like that?
I felt rather inadequate as I put in a toilet stop in the authentic old basement u-bend.
And then something very different: the New Ldn Architecture exhibition at the Building Centre in Bloomsbury.
There was so much detail to take in. Basically I just wanted to try and find my flat on the HUGE map.
But South Lambeth Road had slipped off the end of the world, somewhere around The Oval.
I hunted for around 15 minutes to try and find the SE17 school.
I checked, and double checked my cycling route, but still kept on ending up in deepest Bermondsey.
And then I found it.
Half a school.
Year 1, 3 and 3 had fallen off the map.
I cycled back down South, taking in Whitehall.
I hadn't planned this, but I caught the Save Our NHS demo in full flow.
I stopped for a short while to take some snaps.
And then I had a visitor in Sunny Stockwell.
How very rare.
Oh, hello Wifey.
It was another His 'n' Hers Transpontine evening.
That's not technically true. We headed over to Hammersmith for a gathering of friends in remembrance of one who has recently died.
It was all very respectful, yet still life-affirming.