Ignoring the Coronapanic we’ve come to somewhere hot, very hot.
I had it all planned: take running stuff and manage a run in the cool of the morning. Wrong on so many counts:
First, there is no cool of the morning. It’s 27 C at night and 33 C during the day.
Second, you’d have to suicidal to run on the roads or pavements here. The traffic is anarchical to say the least.
Third, people have said that feral dogs love to go for a tasty jogger.
So, off to the hotel gym this morning to try a treadmill for the very first time. I’m confronted by a control desk that looks like the flight deck of a Boeing. I start off really slow, gripping the arms for dear life. I turn up the speed to a reasonable 6k and fell off the back. Three times.
So sod that for a game of soldiers. I did 20 minutes on a bike. A least I know where I am on that.
Nevertheless I will try the dreadmill again. Perhaps I need an instructor.
Early 3K to beat the heat! ☀️🏃♀️
Early run to beat the sun…🏃♀️☀️
Best Run to Date
