Limpid, blue-sky autumn day in Melbourne. Pressures – work, chores, all of life – crowd me. An appointment in the afternoon, so my mandatory run looms late morning, rather than in the early afternoon. 12 kms, right? Push for the 1,000-km annual goal, right?
Instead, on an impulse, I eased all my worries by charging off along the river and turning back after three kilometres. 6 kms – my shortest run in ever so long. 6:15 minutes/km – my best time this year. Oh and my heart sang!