1 hour to do 10k. Not my most brilliant performance, but the first piece of real exercise since the Edinburgh Marathon, so not altogether disappointing either. It was very, very hot, even at 8:30 in the morning and the course was an undulating one with a particularly nasty climb about half way round.
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