The day started well, as I managed to get lost on my morning run. Given that it was a beautiful morning, the streets were a little busier than expected, and so rather than concentrating on where I was going, I spent a large amount of time trying not to run into anyone; a task made all the more difficult because of the average Japanese person’s insistence to work in zig-zags! Dodging these wayward bullets, I ended up miscounting the number of McDonald’s that I was supposed to have passed, and found myself in the far reaches of North Western Tokyo. After nearly an hour and a half of mindless running I finally made it home, resolving never again to rely upon bloody Ronald McDonald as a legitimate point of reference!
Even though the weather didn’t dip below 25 degrees for almost the entire day, I appeared to be the only person in Tokyo that was wearing less than 5 or 6 layers of clothing. In my denim shorts/hot pants, vest top, and sandals I looked like I was living in a completely different season to everyone else around me, a vast improvement on my usual feeling of living on another planet.