I always run alone and pick scenic routes for my longer runs. This stretch along London's South Bank is my fave half marathon route. Lots to see, mind is occupied, legs don't complain, flat terrain, what's not to like. Well, I also like to self combust and fail to learn from my previous mistakes. Like, check the forecast and dress appropriately, not just based on my fashion sense (that the rest of the normal world repeatedly fails to see and recognise). So. My car read the temperature of 2C this evening. Along the Thames, whipped by a charming northerly breeze, that was defo lower than that. And there I was, in my basketball shorts and vest with no gloves. 'Idiots' guide to running in cold weather'. When will I learn? Never, perhaps....
Anyways. What was meant to be a relaxing 10K turned into a hardcore sprinter. Man, I ran as fast as I could but it still took me around 5K to thaw. The good part was the scenery that managed, yet again, to keep me marveled, switched on - and alive. Oh boy.... Lol