4/6
Long run looping around the park with the dog; Garmin beeps to tell me I’m going too fast … should I go backwards? Then it seems to sort itself out. It’s a little cooler, and a little less humid, but the cloud cover means that the sunscreen I finally remembered to buy may not have been as urgently needed as all that. I still put it on.
The dog decides that an orange roadworks cone is the stuff of the devil, or at least an alien intent on abducting us, and either way must be subdued or repelled by much barking. A tug of war over a dead bird – I win, and he doesn’t get close enough to try and pick it up. Or roll on it. The uphill parts of the park suddenly seem so very much more uphill …
Not quick, but done – and that’s what I keep reminding myself counts and is the point. I’m never going to win prizes for speed, but what I need is exercise, not prizes.