August

[Sweder]

5.02 miles* in 47:43
Cloudy, windy, drizzly, lovely.

A 'recovery' run taken at a flat pace (no fartlek). Track du jour was, fittingly, Sweden from the Stranglers' Black & White album.

Let me tell you about Sweden
Only country where the clouds are interesting

We enjoyed a veritable cloudfest over the hills, airships of all shapes, sizes and demoninations, bourne on a strong sou'westerly, mingling in the turbulent heavens. The air was charged with the smell of hot iron and the threat of heavy rain, though only the occasional smattering fell during the run.

Despite cooler conditions I still managed to sweat up my own storm. It's amazing to me; no matter how much liquid pours from my body during a run I still can't dip below the dreaded ninety kilos. Must be all that hydration I managed over the weekend

[SIZE="1"]* Includes a detour at the trig point for an unscheduled bathroom break.[/SIZE]