By ClareON


On Wednesday I ran 6 miles in winter tights, two shirts, gloves and a woolly hat, and my face was so cold I thought it might fall off. Today, 10 miles in shorts and vest, and my face was crusty with sweat salt.

I do not understand this climate.

Anyway, this was like a liquid foretaste of heaven when I staggered home.

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