I really didn't believe the many posts which talked about your enjoyment of running in the rain. It was evident this morning that if was going to run I was going to have to check it out for myself!
Maybe today was not a good choice for a first trial! The weather forecast for Wales had a yellow warning for wind and rain. We live at 800ft and our village is not known for its gentle breezes. I set off along the narrow local lanes. The route was strewn with branches. I kept a close eye and ear on surrounding trees, just in case any more missiles decided to join their neighbours. The rain pelted down and floods sometimes reached from side to side across the track. I got to the end of the tarmac. A steep and slippery grass trail covered in leaves led down to the first gate and stream to negotiate. I paused to take a photo before running on and up. I was now in open moorland and had to slow to avoid bog grass, mud and standing water.
Wow! I was enjoying it. Bring on the rain and the wind! The autumn colours looked beautiful; the hills dramatic. I ran to forget this awful pandemic and our current lockdown status, glad to be free in the open air.
I was so elated I ran back past my house and pushed on to reach 10k. I am one crazy convert!