I read somewhere that exercising on days you don’t want to should be considered the same as taking a dog for a walk in the rain: obligation for the greater good.

After 2.5 weeks of -7/8 GMT and 30-40 Celsius, it’s cold, grey and miserable in London and jet lag is lagging… today, I am the dog, taking myself for a walk.

The pink sweats are for dopamine.