Due to heat in France, I hadn’t run since Tuesday and have been missing the exercise. As daybreak temperature was “only” 23C today I decided to go for it. Only my 3km hilly run but better than nothing. My sensible side told me to take it easy. My stupid competitive side told me to try for a PB.
The choice was taken out of my hands by my stopwatch jamming. So a sensible jog it was. The Big Fellah intervening? 😇