Or at least, a rest from running. It was far too glorious an evening to stay indoors, so I threw on a pair of cycling shorts that I inherited from Not Much Of A Runner several ‘athons ago and headed off to Richmond Park.
It was a rather lovely way to bring Juneathon to a close. It’s been an odd ‘athon from my point of view. I didn’t run every day, or exercise every day, or try to complete any particular challenge. I did blog every day, though any of you who have waded your way through thirty days of drivel may well be wishing me to hell, and I also started to travel by bike again, which has reinforced how much I miss working within active commuting distance.
One race, one parkrun, a couple of parkrun volunteers, some training runs, some cycle rides and the odd power hike. Oh, and more than two handfuls of lazy days.