OK, so I'd got a bit cocky over the weekend, did some heavy grafting in the Garden on Saturday (Snuck in a glass...or two of red wine - "it's goodish for my heart") and then took my daughter out for an hour long hack, on Sunday with me walking at "brisk" walking pace in the front, then down to the beach for the rest of the day building Sand castles and swimming in the sea. So not sure this fitted into Laura's definition of a rest day.
Alarm came too soon this morning - but once out and walking at 6:15, the beautiful BH weather lifted my mood if not my aches - Frightened a Squirrel with my warm-up stretches, spooked a group of Geese as I huffed and puffed the first minute of my run past their farm gate and then was welcomed by a Peacock about 4 minutes in, all helped to distract from the stiff legs, that and trying to do the mental maths of when I should turnaround - so I ended up back at my starting point exactly at the moment when Laura tells me to stop.
in the end ran a little faster than last time out - covering the same ground - but less running time, and sweated up some more. (even jumped on the scales and managed to be lighter than the last time I checked - Yeah! I may not be running across the US like my proverbial namesake - but I am running through at least two parish boundaries at the moment! 11 more runs to graduation!