...and the regular runners, grim-faced in their lycra.
And the dogs with their owners, cheerful comrades armed with poo bags.
And me, reluctant in my own grim lycra, jogging along at a cautious pace, my bemused dog at my side - until said dog spotted a squirrel, at which point we both put on a turn of speed that I hadn't thought myself capable of. It didn't last, but nor did it lead to collapse.
Have a nice weekend, everyone.