Channelling CBDB 's post the other day I didn't get round to brushing my distinctly grubby hair before I went for my run yesterday.
The previous evening I'd announced that we were going to do 6km this morning. Seeing all the rain covered pavements and roofs I changed my mind.
As we neared the boggy start of the path a lady was walking towards us with her dog. I asked how muddy it was further in. 'Not bad if you keep to the sides.' OK.
Well, I don't know where she found the OK bits because I struggled. Every few yards I'd need to skip from one side to the other, or slow down to avoid deep mud. It was impossible to get any sort of rhythm.
Thankfully, the middle part of the run was on the concrete road which just felt like a holiday, then back to the puddles.
I did just over 3km but reckon that with all the skipping from one side of the path to the other I probably covered 6 km. Plus, slowing down to avoid slipping counts as jeffing. Plus speeding up and slowing down for the conditions is almost a fartlek, though not as much fun. Another positive, it kept my heart rate down to reasonable levels.
So all in all, not the best run ever but definitely glad I made the effort (and I don't think my hair made the slightest bit of difference!)