The street.
A normal pace, a feasible effort and a initial circuit around the next playgrounds for the physical activities needed to put mind and body in order. A quick 7k, for recovery purposes, with much more to give than the pace or time, with strength and motivational features of achievers and doers.
After the feeling of shredded legs of the last days I have to say (again!) that my body keeps surprising me. I know it has something to do with the persuasive organ I have up between my shoulders but even so it keep surpassing itself to discovery. There’s no discomfort, no sense of underwhelming, just a coherent and sensible manner to make all it can do, visible.
A quick tour of the city with the company of the new machines…