3 degrees cooler. A cool breeze. Veritably chilly after last nights heat/humidity. What does brain say? Hey we can run it’s only 23 degrees!!
Plodded on aware that my 5k run I’ve entered is in a month. Just plod, it’s still hot. Ignore the brain spinning around like a dog waiting to go for a walk.
Kids and dog walkers aim for the same narrow path by the river. Cue some complex maths courtesy of idiot brain. Looking at speed, trajectory, headwind component, brain says go for it, the gap will close but you’ll just make it before they do. And I did. Less Indiana Jones, more corporal jones.
More people walking the river. Dogs everywhere. Idiot brain keeps the pace up to save face and I let him. I’ll never learn.
Michael “chuckles” Johnson informs me I’m half way. Snide g** has the gall to say I can up the pace again. He never learns either. But holy cow, I’m one field further over than normal.
Smug.
Idiot brain again. I return the same way, and a lady with a zimmer approaches the path. I give way and she leaves me for dust. That’s ok, i am again learning the hard lesson of pacing myself, not giving the tiniest of s***s what anyone thinks while I run, and oh yeah. It’s TOO DAMN HOT!! I slow to snails pace again, shaky legs and copious sweat as ever
Finished, managed 4K in 28 mins. May take an extra week to do week 9, see if it cools down! Maybe I’ll learn 😂