Started the morning by walking the dog, and pausing in the corner of a local park to do some push-ups and squats, followed by dynamic lunges - much to the amusement of the rescue ponies in the field next door.
Went home, put the radio on to keep the dog company while I was out, drank some water, changed trainers, and headed out again.
Decided I'd take the flatter route toward a local beauty spot. This meant I had a down and an up at the beginning of the route, which meant I'd have to finish on an uphill climb. See what I mean about being mad?
I will not lie, it was a struggle, it was misty on the top, and as I'd headed towards it I thought that might help me feel a bit cooler. But no such luck. And no views to distract me. What I got to spur me on instead, was a couple of ladies and their dogs who were obviously doing a 'run a bit' 'walk a bit' session. I could hear them chatting away as they began to catch up with me. The swine! How dare they have enough breath to hold a perfectly normal conversation? 😜 I was fully prepared for them to pass me - I wouldn't have liked it, but I was ready for it. In actual fact they stayed a few hundred metres behind me until I reached the gate near the road that was my goal, tapped it,
and turned back. We exchanged friendly greetings as we passed, and that was the last I saw of them.
The slight downhill was very pleasant on my tired legs; the chalk downhill before the final climb less so; and the final up hill was as bad as I thought it was going to be. That said I still found I had enough in the tank for a 'sprint' finish.
And I got home before the sun came out and it got properly warm outside.