Humid

I’m clearly exaggerating, but it was (just) a little like running out into a swimming pool this morning.  It was warm and humid and everyone who said good morning to me spoke in a soft tone as if they didn’t want to disturb the surface of the water any more than they had to.

I ran over to Ote Hall and out around Wivelsfield church, before running across to Wivelsfield itself.  The church bells both welcomed me and then followed me on across the fields and the rain, when it finally came, did so in a similarly gentle, tinkling way.

It may have reduced the temperature slightly, but the rain made no difference to my energy levels, which were similarly subdued.

I ran on down Hundred Acre Lane then doubled back in order to run through a field that used to be sapling oaks, now ten-footers.

Then it was down the Magical Path and back across the Common.

7.8 miles in 1.15 – 6.24mph.