Mad dogs...

There's a run I do from Clawthorpe, through Newbiggin, then up to Hutton Roof, down through Whittington and along the river to Underley and back home. For the distance, it's probably the hardest run I do. 

It relies on the Minx dropping me off in Clawthorpe, which she did at around a quarter past ten, this morning. At that point it was still verging on chilly. However, it was (literally) warming up to be a proper summer's day.

By the time I got home, two hours later, it was unequivocally hot but, actually, I felt great. It seems that when I'm running is the one time that I enjoy being in direct sunlight. 

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-11.8 kgs
Reading: 'How Art Made Pop And Pop Became Art' by Mike Roberts