It’s 30C (86F) and it’s still only 9am. I’m running through the forest, but I’m actually looking forward to the open stretch coming up alongside the River Dart, where for a couple of miles the sun beats down on my back, sweat all over my body. I rarely run without a top on, but…
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The joy of jumping into cold water midway through a burning hot run

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