Yesterday’s leaden legs have revived somewhat and despite the heat, my run home from work was fairly comfortable. At least in the legs department.
I had, however, promised to pop out at lunchtime to pick up something for supper, forgetting my plan to run home. So instead of my planned minimalist run involving no carrying other than an oyster card and a door key, I ended up running home with a backpack full of food. A backpack that is best worn with a high-necked cycling top to prevent chafing, but which was this evening twinned with a low cut running top and a silk scarf.
High fashion it was not, unless Heath Robinson has returned from the dead to pursue a new career on the catwalk. But with a little fiddling the scarf eliminated most of the chafing, and it ended up being a nice solid Juneathon run.
abradypus 
How flash! Running in a silk scarf! 😉