I was a bit late leaving the house this morning and it felt really warm. Decided we'd only do 3km. Set off on our usual route and found, joy of joys, the waist high weeds along our favourite path have all been cut, it's clear and as smooth as a treadmill (apart from the piles of horse poo). The joys of living in the countryside! I'm glad I didn't have to mow all those km of pathways.
Ran for 1.5 km, turned back, took a detour because it was so nice out there, turned back again. I hit 4km as I reached the end of the path. Husband continued on to 5 km just because he felt like it.
I made a point of not checking my heart rate, running by perceived effort, and it was pretty similar to when I keep an eye on it so maybe I'm getting into good habits.
It's so great to have an excuse to be out in the fresh air! And I managed negative splits!! AND we saw a hare, which was running faster than either of us!!