A gorgeous sunny, cold autumn day this morning. Working from home I'm lucky to be able to choose when I run, so I set off about 11am and was able to finish with a swim in the pond along the golden reflection of the sun. Apparently, some people swear by ice baths to reduce injury - perhaps that is why, apart from a couple of cramps, I've avoided injuries (touch wood.) More likely it's my very, very slow running.
I plotted my last run more accurately on mapometer.com and found that I'd run 3.19k in 28 minutes, which didn't seem so bad. I realised I'm more concerned about doing the time and ending my run at the right place so I can have a swim straight away. I really don't feel the need to go any faster. When I started sailing everyone told me you have to race to improve, but I hated it. I feel the same way about running - for me it's much more about the view, the fresh air, the trees and the grass, and the sense of freedom. Can't believe it's the last week next week.