Ok, I think I need some shorts to… ‘run’ in. In the summer weather, at least. Because I’m roasting. My legs are so hot. I am so hot.
I cannot bring to mind the last time I wore a pair of shorts. 2010? I don’t do shorts.
Also, why are there hills everywhere? Cornwall is so beautiful but it’s so flipping hilly. Not that it’s not hilly in the Peak District (clue’s in the name) but I know where to go, there. Disused railway lines. Canals. Round and round the pond at Sainsbury’s. There are undoubtedly those things here but I don’t know where. So must just go down the lanes around the cottage. Which are tiny. And hilly. And also there was a scary dog that came bounding out a farm yard barking at me. But fortunately didn’t chase me.
This is me, ‘running’ (it’s the couch to 5k programme, so running stretches the truth rather far but I’m on week 3 and that does include 2x 3 minutes of running light jogging at least) on holiday. For the second time. Who dis? Seriously. So this programme should finish in time for my birthday which, whilst not intentional, is satisfyingly symbolic nonetheless.