After a holiday in France and a brief visit to Ireland, I’m back on the horse. Not that I’ve fallen off it, I’ve gotten off it, gently, just to get back on it today.
The run was fine, felt good, and though I didn’t cover much ground, I did the times and ran comfortably. I was proudly wearing my super yellow safety vest, which I had originally bought to have in the car in France (it’s the law!), but now that we are here, I might as well wear it at dusk and not get run over by a bike. Yay, me!