Published by Open Love Letters


"An Ode to Running 

To my own two feet,
 If you'd have told me 2 years ago that I'd spend March 2020 - my 25th birthday - living in London but not allowed to leave the house except for a daily jog, I'd have laughed in your face. But here I am, alive for a quarter of a century and enduring what will probably be the strangest experience of my lifetimes, with nothing but a one hour exercise slot to keep my brain from slipping into decay. This hour is the only thing I look forward to - one hour to feel at peace as I plod through the eerily quiet streets of London.

The anxiety that comes with a global pandemic, and the lack of distraction of the everyday hustle and bustle of life, seems to wither away with every wobbly stride. 

I miss my mum, I miss my friends, and I really miss the pub, but never has putting one foot in front of the other felt so freeing.

Thank you, and keep going, 

Alice x"