Hello Sunshine!

Miles I was supposed to run: 6

Miles I actually ran: 6

Gallons of water lost in sweat: 3

Whatever was making me feel so tired over the last week is obviously fixed. I must have been mad to go out for a 6 mile run this morning, it was 28 degrees and rising when I left! But I did, and I enjoyed it!

Off I went, in my smallest running shorts, with mangy legs still covered in hives. The pressure was off because it was so hot. I knew I wasn't going to be able to run a PB, so I just had fun.

Pretty quickly I decided that it would be worth tucking the bottom of my t shirt in to my sports bra, allowing for a nice breeze on my stomach.

So there I was, flying down hills, in 30 degree heat, with mangy legs, and flashing my very white, slightly flabby, stomach. My mother would be horrified. As I think were the nice middle class mothers taking their children to the park this morning.

I didn't really care. It was hot, and anyone judging me could bugger off. It's my body, and my body doesn't want to end up with heat stroke. If it's OK for middle aged men with huge bellies to wander around on hot days with no tops on, people can deal with my white midriff and rashy legs!

Sadly I got a bit distracted in my, mostly imaginary, outrage, and ran in to a thorny bush. I now look like I've been a fight with a cat! As well as having a slightly sun burnt stomach.