Watering station

1. This is the first year in five that I haven't run at least one 10k. Today is the big Glasgow race and I feel a bit daft for not being part of it. Daft and lazy. I remember too late how good it feels to be at the start line, knowing your hard work is about to be worth it.

2. Instead I read some beautiful short stories and drink coffee.

3. I walk home through Bellahouston and wade through the debris of a water station, no runners left, just the plastic.

4. And straight back out for a run, this time through Linn Park in the sunshine. There's a reason why people keep training - to stop and start again is a right royal pain in the arse. Literally.

5. A big stretch, a big bowl of pasta and the final installment of my Maysles brothers documentary festival. A sad little black and white film this time called Salesmen. Slight, dense, brutal, light, simple and complex all at once.