I am always happier after a run, but there were two (otherwise unremarkable) occasions this month that left me particularly euphoric. One was a cheeky run by the Seine when I had popped to my parents to collect Dash and the other a run to the opposite direction of the Grand Union Canal to which I usually run (towards Leicester as opposed to away from it).

Both runs were unplanned and on routes I hadn’t followed before (the canal run was a late replacement to a Parkrun I had missed as Philip had kept us up).

I think I need more freedom and variety in my (running) life!