I don't need that much more to be happy. Sunshine, a knee that behaves for 7,3 km and J for company. Skatås showing its best side on a warm summer morning. Once again marvelling at the friendliness of the running community, and at how easy it is to strike up a conversation with people you don't know just because they see you running in, say, VFF. J unwittingly acting as a hare and me trying to catch up with him after each walking break. An average of 4.56 min/km pace and a face that was redder than a beetroot afterwards as a result.
And some ice cream at the end of it to top it all off. Tell me, what more can a girl wish for?