After a couple of weeks with running with a leashed four legged companion, it is amazing how fast you can run by yourself.
As good as the dog is when we run (and how excited she gets when she knows we’re going) being able to use both arms fully and not be concerned about a sudden jolt when a squirrel is spotted and Needs To Be Chased Into The Woods is magnificent.
Last night I ran 7km in the park and though I felt slow, I was surprisingly a lot faster than I expected, which is always nice. Saw a young guy walking down the path with no shoes on, which was rather odd.
Running around 7pm was nice. The humidity had died down and the afternoon crowd had all gone home. I’ll miss it when I go out today at 3:30. It’s hot at 3:30.