Lunchtime six miler
I still seem to be choosing the hottest days to run. Tempted by cloudless blue skies, I forget how much harder it is when you’re just starting out (again). True, the heat always saps some of your energy, but when you set off wishing you were twenty pounds lighter, it all seems so much more pronounced.
Nonetheless – and as I so often write – very enjoyable. So why the heck can’t I remember the “very enjoyable” bit when I’m panting up on of Cheshire’s notable inclines (a county as famous for its hills as East Anglia), or when I decide that I think I’ll give the run a miss and have another potato cake? I hate how the mind fools you around like that.
6.5m | 57:39 | 8:46 | 167bpm | Tempo Zone
