Lots of happy runners out today. None happier than me. For the past fortnight, I've done nothing more vigorous than wrestle the lid off the Night Nurse. Today I went for a very very gentle run to the local farmers' market. Eight minutes there, eight minutes back. With a five minute break to peruse the goods. I'm glad I went. Lots of lovely fare, including a cheese based on a recipe from the 1790s. Think I'll run down and fill my rucksack next week. At least if you're buying direct, there's less chance of a horse in your cheddar.
(Stats: Sixteen minutes; maybe a mile in total; with a comfort break.)