After 4 days sitting around reading and eating biscuits, today the wind had calmed and it sort of stopped raining so off we went. The aim was for 5k but as we set off the drizzle started.
The 'Let's just get this run done' mentality kicked in and I started far too fast. After the initial exhilaration of being outside wore off I realised I needed to slow right down.
Once we reached the forest the wind was muted and the rain eventually stopped. There have been storms here for the last few days and several trees had fallen, including the one that barred our path in the photo. Never mind, we went round it. I supposed I could have tried an impromptu hurdle but decided better of it.
Somehow the run felt like hard work. About a km in, when it was still raining I was on the point of suggesting we turned back (I hardly ever feel like this) but as husband was way ahead of me I didn't want to dampen his enthusiasm. It got a bit easier as we progressed, as it often seems to, and towards the end I'd picked up to what I consider my 'usual' 5k pace.
Why was it hard work? Possibly lack of hydration or just the feeling of being out of practice and having to stir my old bones to make an effort. Was it worth it? Oh yes, definitely