With an echo of soreness and some mountain biking planned for the night, it needs to be run:
1: As slow as a teenager tidying their bedroom
2: To quote Blackadder, as slow as an asthmatic ant, with some heavy shopping.
By and large, progress is slow and graceful. I spot a gap in the traffic at the Zebra crossing and zoom! 200m on I am still zooming. I remember the aim and slow down.
Plenty of people are enjoying the spring sunshine. As I dart in between them, I forget to slow down for another 200m
I get overtaken by a runner on the Thames Path by Cannon Street. I let them have their victory without a fight.
It was good to be running again, even more so on the first proper day of spring.
5.2km @6"15 / km
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