So, the sun had set - still 34 degrees. Lovely wind though.
First five minutes dominated by the usual aches and strains as my legs loosen up and lungs get up to speed. "Why am I doing this, this is a terrible idea."
Then fifteen minutes of "Hey, everything's working, this is great!"
Then five minutes of "Oh, this is getting a bit tricky."
Then a final three minutes of "When will this torment end! And this is a bad song, who chose this?"
Picture looking west across the small lake in the centre of the park showing the skyscrapers of the central business district looming nicely on the horizon.