running in the long, light evenings of spring and summer. Yesterday my friend Kate took me for lunch in Moreton in Marsh. We went the back way for the scenery, and I noticed there was a path running alongside the road towards Churchill, so that was where I went this evening. And a crazed, rough, patchy path it was too, but never mind.
So, lovely sights and sounds and smells. Light streaming obliquely from towering clouds. Blossom and a flush of green in the hedgerows. Daffodils, flowering currant and primroses on the verges. Smell of manure and wet grass and freshly turned earth. Kids shouting across the fields and the dull thwack of feet on a ball.
Just a whisper under 5k. I was sure it was further. Running really is a slog for me at present; I'm sluggish, heavy footed and out of breath. But I did it. I'm hoping keeping at it will build my stamina up again. My VO2 Max has gone up to 32 again, and Ming the Merciless tells me I'm in the top 15% for my age and gender. Hurrah!
Now off to get my Badedas fix and watch a couple more episodes of Vikings.