It was a lovely morning and my son had promised to run with me before I drive him back from West London to Portsmouth.We left at first light and he set the pace - slowly. He's six foot, 30 years old and runs much faster than me. I encouraged him to take it slow and we kept together throughout the run. I don't like running with people but I like running with him.
It was nice to move after a couple of days being pretty sedentary, apart from all the cooking!
Now for some me time after Christmas!