I used to run a lot. Not well, but a lot.
I started running with my friend Josie who I sort of met off the internet. The first time I went to meet her for a run, she forgot she agreed to meet me and I stood in the rain for 20 minutes in front of Hackney Town Hall.
We got better at meeting up after that point.
I ran a lot, and started to be the person who would bring her sneakers / trainers on holiday and post photos of her route on social media. I don’t even care if that’s gross.
And then I got pregnant, and I kept running until I fainted on a particularly hot day. Then I stopped.
I have tried to start running again a few times, it keeps failing. I mean I get ill or injured within a few weeks, or I move 8000 miles. Something stops my marathon dreams without fail.
So I decided to start a couch to 5k program. I can run 5k. Probably not the same pace I used to, but I figured any sort of gentle program to ease me back in could be a positive thing.
Today was day 1 of week 2. It was a super easy run, 31 minutes. The grey Portland skies invited a playlist called ‘night run’ which was made by my best friend, James. He killed himself last year, and I miss him dearly daily, which is made neither easier or harder by the fact I have very little of his stuff. But I do have some playlists, which is almost like a memory.
Half way through my run, between the Carl Craig and the Underworld, Belinda Carlisle’s ‘Heaven is a Place on Earth’ injected itself into both the playlist and my ears. It’s not on the playlist. In fact, it’s not on my Spotify saved music and I’m 100% certain I’ve never listened to it on my Spotify account.
‘Sure, it’s an algorithm,’ you might say.
‘No!’ I’ll shout (gently). It went back to the playlist after the song. It didn’t boot me out onto another set of tunes.
I’m an expert on Spotify, I used to work there and everything. This was weird.
I don’t believe in god, but I do believe in Belinda Carlisle.
(you can listen too, here 👇🏻👇🏻👇🏻👇🏻)