Exhausted, completely exhausted. But the bag is unpacked, the water is being delivered, the house is empty but cooling off from the heat of the day. My mind is far too tired to feel anything. So what do I do?
More than almost anything else, I love going running at night. Running through the city as it breathes out, releasing all the hot air and embracing a slightly cool breeze, the pressure of the day floating away as people eat and laugh on the streets. It's crowded, sure, but it's so interesting: the city bathed in neon and me dodging the bikes, buses and bustling swathes of people, all moving slower than I am.
Like most nights, I got hopelessly lost and what was to be a short 6 kays became more like 11. But so what? I'll sleep well tonight, and I need that more than anything.