What I Call "Menopause"

There I was, struggling along, legs full of lead, glorious June sunshine beating down, my body temperature already well into the red when suddenly an additional heat surge encompasses my whole being. How this was possible is a mystery. I sought relief on the shady side of the lane to await the certain spontaneous combustion.

These episodes happen quite frequently but I had not experienced such an intense heat-wave whilst already too hot! I bravely made it to the top of the hill by which point my face matched the cerise of my t shirt. Gradually the inner glow eased and it was now down hill all the way home.

Before me lay the most inviting woodland track, dappled sunshine, birds twittering and a gentle breeze to entice me homewards. I'd like to report that I ran the rest of my route, but the run my legs were allowing this morning was not the run I had planned in my head. I knew when I woke after several 'five more minutes' that the brain fog was present and the weight of my legs proved once again that gluten is the food of the Devil. I am my own worse enemy. I will try harder.

I am quietly terrified of my next run,  a date with my good friend Tina at running club on Wednesday evening. Wish me luck!