I didn't sleep well last night and when I woke up, although it was a perfect morning, decided I'd give the run a miss. Then I checked the temperature, 15C, so much cooler than last week, whatever was I thinking? Hopped out of bed like a spring chicken and got ready to run.
Walking to the start of the path we discussed the route. I wanted to go slowly again, but couldn't decide on 3k or 5k. Decided that we'd choose when we reached the point in the run where going straight ahead to the sea wall would mean we did 3k or turning left would take us down the concrete farm road and give us our 5k option. Off we went, slowly, slowly.
When we reached the crossroads...no decision really necessary, turn left 
It was so easy running on the hard surface after negotiating rough grass. I suggested maybe 4k would be enough but, after a stop under some trees for a drink of water, the prospect of my favourite path just ahead of us was irresistible.
What a gorgeous day it was! The birds were singing, clouds of butterflies crossed in front of us, even the headwind, such an obstacle in the winter, acted like a wonderful fan and counteracted the heat of the sun. We even got a few stray clouds for some welcome shade from the blinding white concrete.
The only downside was that I realised towards the end of the run that my water bottle had fallen off my belt somewhere. I suppose I could have turned back and found it (it's very open and hardly any people) but I was ready to finish the run and have breakfast. Very annoying.
By the time the run had ended I'd done 5.4k. My last 5k was 10th May, mustn't leave it so long until the next one.
1 hard run per week
A return to 10k Monday morning 
12k in the rain - longest distance so far
