Me: 'Do you want breakfast?'
Husband: 'I thought we were running.'
So, off we went. I was going to do Parkrun yesterday but a surprise wisdom tooth extraction on Friday (an appointment became available instead of me having to wait) put paid to that, as you aren't supposed to exercise for 24 hours after.
I'd kind of hoped my new shoes would be here by now but the Evri tracker says the parcel is 'On its way'. Maybe this will be the last run for my old shoes.
I set off a little bit too fast but that often happens if I've had a few days off. A couple of short walks were needed to bring my heart rate down as it wasn't a 'let's push it' day. We reached our 3k goal and were rewarded with the sight of a Thames barge with full regalia, part of the local sailing regatta.
That nice Mr Garmin shows my VO2 rising another point making me 14 years younger than my chronological age. NRC was generous too - badges for running 3x a week, plus 1k and 1 mile on a Sunday
Breakfast was worth waiting for!