And, apart from the obvious shorts and a singlet, that’s about it.
For a while now, I’ve been walking and running barefoot, and see no good reason to change. It feels good, once your feet are adapted. The roads and footpaths here are clear of nasty stones, but as you see, dusty.
Exercise recently has all been in Zone 2, at a heart rate aimed at training the aerobic system. Right now, that’s ridiculously slow, or Old Man pace, and almost all walking.
Afternoons are probably ideal performance-wise, but by then temperatures are in the mid-30’s, and not even bearable for mad dogs.
So mornings it is, along with hundreds of Vietnamese out moving their carcasses.
Back to Running(?)
This morning, I even ventured a few little trots, without my system hitting red alert for a change.
I think lots of protein, and a decent run of sleep, is doing the trick, but thus far only baby steps on the way back to running.