The second instalment from the Running in the Park series. The thing that most surprised me when I recorded myself – first with the little recording device velcroed to my ankle to get the sound of feet on the path – was the sound of my own breath. To record the sound of breathing, I ran with the reorder held close to my mouth. (At some point you stop worrying what people running or walking in the opposite direction will think you look strange!) What surprised me was the intimacy of the sound. As if panting was inherently sexual. But I guess it’s about context, and when I heard the breathing without the picture of a man running, it sounded like the only kind of heavy breathing I know, the kind of loud panting you hear in your ear, even if the panting is your own..