We haven't had a run since Thursday, a very busy weekend seeing Roxy Music in London on Friday, then travelling by Eurostar to Brussels for Bob Dylan and home on Sunday didn't leave much time for anything else. Yesterday was pouring with rain, not inviting when you run on mud, so today was the day. I suggested doing a bit more than 5k to make up for the inactivity so off we went.
The thermometer inside the house said it was 15C, so the shorts came out (despite my decidedly hairy legs, if I go fast enough nobody will notice 
). The thermometer on my phone said it was 5C but it was bright and sunny and I think the reality was somewhere in the middle.
We set off slowly. After our last run my husband's Garmin told him he needed 52 hours rest, so he was happy to take it easy (I think for once he agreed with the technology). The fields were sparkling with dew and wisps of spider silk crossed the path. Luckily the spiders weren't in evidence.
Around 3km in I stopped briefly for a drink of water, then another one a bit further along. Lurking in my running belt was a jelly sweet left over from my 10k. I thought I'd eaten them all but decided I probably deserved it. I nearly gave my husband half but decided I may as well eat it myself as it was a bit sweaty.
The sugar boost must have helped as I speeded up as the run continued. We passed 5km, then 6km and the end of our route was in sight. I was aiming for 6.5 km and judged it to be at a bend in the path. My husband stopped - 6.66 km. I reached the point I'd chosen to end - 6.66 km for me too! What the devil?
