My mojo has been a willing accomplice this week, as opposed to last week when it hid behind the sofa and in the fridge. This week though my mojo has been talking an awful lot of sense, particularly with regard to the weather. I ran on Tuesday morning when the weather was warm but pleasant and I enjoyed my run. Thursday was due to be my next outing but it was already silly degrees by 7am, so my mojo put her foot down and sensibly said, "Just because you can, doesn't mean you should." She was right, and she was right about Friday too.
I aimed to run on Saturday morning, but the road was so slippy due to the rain that for safety's sake I gave it a miss.
Today, with the sunshine back out here in the South Downs but the temperature several degrees down from the highs of earlier in the week, I ran for 30 minutes with the cool breeze refreshingly blowing through the trees. I bumped into a friend walking her two dogs on the common. I haven't seen her since the start of lockdown and it was lovely to see her two dogs bounding towards me, tails wagging but a little confused as to why I was there without my own dog, their playmate. My dog was equally confused when I arrived home smelling of her two furry pals, but with plans in place now to meet up for a socially distanced dog walk now restrictions are easing.
The temperatures are to be much better for running this week. My next run is the one I'm hoping will finally get me to 5k, fingers crossed π€πΌπββοΈπ². I don't think I will have any problem convincing my mojo to get out and running for that one π.
Happy running everyone ππββοΈ.