I had a speed session in my plan for today.
I fully intended to do it.
I put on my kit, left the house, waited for my Garmin to find a satellite and then set off.
And then, 41 seconds later, I stopped and slunk back home.
At the time, it felt like the sensible choice, but I suspect that there was a strong element of wimp involved.
Oh well. There’s always tomorrow.