Hair of the dog

The paradox of running is that after a couple of hard runs I do a "recovery run" to get over them. Nothing grand, just a gentle 5k South over London Bridge, North over Tower Bridge, along the Thameside path to level with Southwark bridge and back to the office.

A couple of times I find myself zipping away. I mentally scold myself and slow down. Strange days when I'm trying to stop myself running fast. Another paradox, trying not to try.

5k @ 6" / km