Tonight I convinced my mind it was not too warm to run, I told my legs they weren’t too tired to run, I had diner prepped, housework as usual could wait, everything was set or so I thought. I failed to check with Mrs Garmin that she felt up to pounding the streets in the heat.
Obviously she is a cool weather kind of Garmin as despite clear blue skies she failed to find a signal. I sat with her on the door step trying to convince her to load but in the end lost patience and put her on whilst she dithered about reading the satellite. We headed off in to the hills and the heat. She had the cheek to try to go in to save power mode, ‘save what I muttered you’ve got nothing to save yet’, eventually at mile 1 she decided to join me! The run was hot in the sun, nice in the cool, but hard work.
I have run this route often but tonight was the first time cars and a van decided to join me on this road, by road I mean Devon country lane with grass down the middle, well not so much grass as a budding lawn.
It is so narrow that when the van passed it was touch and go as to what would get injured my toes or my bum by the nettles I was squished up against. I even told the van man I was breathing in.
The views as ever were great
Miles according to Shaz 5, miles according to Mrs Garmin 4!