When I started off on the warm up walk for my W2r2 early this morning I thought one major bonus about starting to run is seeing my local area at rest. No traffic, no noise just the birds being busy. It felt lovely.
Only when it was time to start running did I realise how much black ice was lurking. A couple times my arms were doing windmills and I must of had my slam face ready.
Run completed thought- gonna celebrate with a cuppa