Guess it was a flow day. Heard a runner describe it such. Managed to keep a 5:12 pace all along and finished 12 km in 61 minutes. Doesn’t happen every evening. Hasn’t happen even occasionally. The 12 were wind. They were a certainty. Leaving me on a high.
Shedding of a few seconds has been work of half a year. Nothing seems to happen fast, except those rapidly multiplying ducks in the lake at Sankey and the increase in number of couples dating along the lake sidewalk.