Another lie in this morning and a brunch of kippers and poached egg. No snow here yet, but hovering just above freezing and a threatening sky that turns to rain with the possibility of snow later.
It's early afternoon, and I'm not sure my kippers have settled properly yet, but Accuweather is predicting a break in the rain so it's kit on, warm up and out. Tights, long-sleeved top, t-shirt, buff, waterproof cap and lightweight rain jacket. In my rush I forget my gloves. It's cold, but with no wind it feels warmer than it actually is and I'm glad I didn't bring them.
I'm 5 minutes into my run and the rain starts. Gentle at first, then heavier and heavier.
I realise I can still taste my kippers!
Then it starts to hail. Then snow for a bit. Then back to rain again. Big heavy drops of really cold rain! My glasses are covered in rain drops and steaming up so everything is a blur. But strangely I'm warming up. I need to take my buff off too cool down a bit so I stop, pause my watch, remove my cap, remove the buff and stuff it in my jacket pocket and put the cap back on. I go to restart my watch - but there's no sign of anything 😱 What's happened to my run? Gah! I must have accidentally discarded it instead of pausing🤬
I set it going again and start running. But my heart isn't really in this now. The rain is getting heavier and is now seeping through my jacket. I can't see properly out of my specs any more. I manage another 1.2k and I'm pretty close to the top of my road and I decide I've had enough.
So not the run I wanted or planned for today. I wanted to do 9km, but in the end it would have been unpleasant in that weather and I would not have enjoyed it.
I've no real idea how far I ran - plotaroute.com says it was 3.48km until I stopped to remove my buff. The part of my run that did record was 1.21km so it was probably around 4.7km - not even a 5k for a (not)parkrun. Very dissatisfying.
In hindsight I feel like I cheated myself but never mind - it was still a run and I'm glad I went out. And I think I even enjoyed getting soaked in a weird masochistic kind of way.