It was pitch dark when I set off for my run this morning. I ignored the howling wind and rain lashing against the windows, quickly put on my raincoat, switched on my headtorch and rushed out of the door before I could have doubts π.
The weather really did its worst: horizontal snow as I ran up hill, turning to scalding ice ( ow π₯Ά) and then rain as I ran down the hill. All of the fields were gushing water and the streams were overflowing. I splashed through knee deep flood water and slid on sloppy mud as I kept my eyes firmly on the ground, only focussing on the small circle of light from my torch.
Having thought that I might just manage a quick 20 minute jog, just to say that I went out, I enjoyed myself so much that I repeated the circuit once more, this time in the light.
And I learnt one thing: a slightly mad, weather blown run by the light of a head torch is quite a cathartic and enjoyable experience. The same run in the grim light of day is another thing entirely - it is gruelling, cold and painful, especially when you can no longer feel your toes π±!
But I don't half feel smug now that I am back home in the warm and dry with another 5k under my belt π