First photographic record of me pounding the mud

My proud mother drove me down to the parkrun near her today and lent some moral support as I plodded through the mud. Not only that, but she succeeded where my wife had previously failed to capture evidence that I do actually look like I'm running when I'm running.

All self-deprecation aside, I'm pleased as punch that I improved on my personal best over 5k by about 90 seconds. The sub-30-minute 5k doesn't feel so much like a pipe dream any more.