It wasn't raining this morning so, after a couple of days of glancing out of the window and going 'No' we were off. The puddles on the pavement should have been a hint that we were in for an interesting time.
To summarise this morning - sun, mud, mud, mud, a new path that we thought would be less muddy, concrete, mud, mud, mud.
We managed 5 km but it was hard work. Just as I was settling into a rhythm I'd need to slow right down to pick my way through the puddles. At the start of the run I'd noticed lots of birdsong, but the only thing I heard for the rest of it was squelch, squelch, squelch as my trainers sank ever deeper.
On the plus side it did slow me down a little, which is generally a good thing as otherwise my heartrate tends to be constantly at its maximum. I was grateful my socks quickly warmed up when they got soaking wet so I could forget about the damp very quickly. I was reminded of it when my feet left two muddy footprints on the white bathroom rug once I was home.
Plus, of course, it's another run done in the sunshine, so there's no way I'd complain about that
Just looked at my photo again, I look like some sort of weird cross between an alien, a 60s hippy and an ancient fertility goddess. Hmm, I can live with that π