I've missed my long runs this month. I can't run in anything over about 20C without turning into a puddle of blubber. So my mileage this month has been lower than in June and after a fantastic first two weeks of the month where my new shoes gave me wings the heat of the last few weeks has really pulled me right down. It was 21C at 8am already this morning, but it felt fresher, there was a slight breeze and it was at least overcast. So off I toddled on a different route, not my usual bendy trees, but off round one of the local lakes. I used to run this route about 12 years ago, but haven't done it this time round because there's a level crossing and I always seem to have to stop there. Now I don't mind walking, but I do object to stopping! Sure enough the "ding, ding, ding" of the warning bell sounded as I got to the crossing, but I managed to sprint across before the barrier came down. The lake was beautiful and quite busy for 08:30am. Mothers pushing prams, nordic walkers, an old couple changing into their swimming things for a dip in the lake. Couples were running round (why was my man still in bed? - probably because he had to work till midnight😎). There was a group clustered round a family of swans, the cygnets still in their grey feathers, the father watchful, his wings raised in warning. There was no wind here, the lake was smooth as glass, greeny-grey. I couldn't actually see anybody swimming but there was the odd bike with clothes on it, the owner obviously in the water. No bbqers yet, but they'll be there this afternoon. In fact near the lifeguards' building they'd put out benches and tables as if there's going to be a party - or was it yesterday? Round I went, calculating in my head. Really this route is just a bit longer than 5k, not long enough for a weekend run, I would have to extend it a bit. So no level-crossing on the way back, instead I ran up the road to the station and took the steps under the railway line. That added a loop of about 2k and my legs protested vigorously as I climbed the stairs. They felt like limp spaghetti - I had definitely felt better than this in the past. But in the end I ran 7k and hubby was still in bed when I got back. It's started raining now, maybe it will cool down. Perhaps I should have waited?