Well, well, well, the things that happen whilst running. Motorbike came to a sudden stop right in front of me, leapt off his bike and started taking off his leathers. ‘Hey up!’ thinks me (I am from Yorkshire). A wasp had flown into his leathers AND he was allergic. Well, life or death, would have been remiss not to help. Ice towel come in handy again.
There you go treadmillers, what other persuasion do you need to get outside?
Happy running peeps 🏃🏻♀️🏃🏻♂️🏍