SHORTS! I know, I know - these white spindly things haven't seen daylight since 1982.
Horses bolted, women swept up their children into their arms and cats and small dogs scarpered as I came past.
But it was just a bit too warm this morning for the affable trackie bottoms and W3 is getting towards being a proper runner territory.
My only regret is the white dazzle temporarily blinding an unfortunate dog walker on my route.
C'mon run 3, these legs have had their taste of freedom now!