I am aware that "slow" is a relative term. Running 5k in a time of 33:06 isn't even particularly slow for me, even if it is almost five minutes off my current PB; and for some people it would be a pace they aspire to achieve. The point was, after the exertions of my half marathon effort on Saturday, followed by a 20 mile cycle on Sunday, today was always going to be about easing myself out at a steady pace and running well within my limits.
There were a few aches and niggling complaints, but on the whole I got round my chosen route without too much strain. The fact that it was a pleasantly mild evening with the early evening sunshine streaming through the branches as I wound my way through the woods certainly played a part in my general sense of well-being. Birds were calling overhead, squirrels scampered through the branches, even the local cattle seemed to be enjoying a quiet evening. Nature, it seems, is completely indifferent to the struggles we humans are currently having to contend with; which, I guess, puts us firmly in our place.
The good thing is, my legs still seem to be holding up despite my best efforts to wear them into the ground; so I guess that means, barring misadventure, I'm good to run again another day...
Stay safe.