Went out for a run this morning for the first time since Monday, all set to do 4k, or 5k, or just possibly 10k, for Magic Plan Week 8. I was aiming to do proper runnery training stuff: include several hills, stick to the distance, keep to a sensible pace, maybe manage some negative splits.
Despite my GPS signal going AWOL, I set off. Ran about 1k, then met a neighbour who's been undergoing treatment for a rare cancer for a year or so. So I stopped for a (socially-distanced) chat.
That encounter turned my run into a different experience. Yes, I ran 5.5k non-stop, and probably covered a further 2.5k-3k in walking and run-walk intervals to get home before storms kicked in. Pace? Plan? Don't care.
As well as my neighbour, I chatted to hunters, and to an elderly (= easily 80+) lady with a flowery pinafore, a stick, two sheepdogs and a herd of goats. I waved to a couple of passing drivers. I also saw tractors, cows and birds of prey. I took photos.
Today I ran because I can. The PBs are for another day.