I was dreading my long run this morning as the UK is currently in the midst of a heatwave. I won’t say how warm it is as I’m sure any of my followers from America/Australia/etc will be all like “you call that hot?!?!”, but lets just say we British are not used to such temperatures, so yeah it feels hot as hell.
My last few long runs have been rather unpleasant due to the heat, but I realised today this is pretty much my fault. I was being a twat about hydration and not bothering to take any water out with me. This morning I decided to just deal with the annoyance of carrying a bottle and my run was soooo much easier. So yeah, lesson learned.
I was also stuck at the bascule bridge next to a rather eccentric chap who greeted me with “where’s the fucking boat, eh?” We had a nice chat about running and swimming as we waited for the boat that eventually turned up to go through.