First run, post weekend of drinking was nice. Not the leaden footed, curried eyeballs, dry throat horror I’d been expecting. Mind, I had had Sunday, Monday and most of Tuesday to recover but I was still prepared for the worst.
The paths were dusty and dry and the sun was perfect. Warm but with a gentle breeze. If I hadn’t been out for a run it would have been perfect beer garden weather.
Listening to my footfalls on the path and feeling the warmth of the sun on my back was lovely. The birds were singing and a dog was barking in the distance and the smell was of barbecues and the yellow rapeseed in the fields.
I’ll be back inside at my computer working tomorrow.
But I’ll be dreaming of footpaths and sunshine.