It was lovely when I looked out of the window as I drank my coffee. Fantastic, a run in the autumn sunshine. Got into my running gear, to hear Mr Y saying 'It's raining, come and have a look'.
When it rains my cat will check the back door, sniff, turn around and check the front door to make sure the weather is the same there. I felt I was going through the same exercise. Mr Y suggested a short run, just a couple of kms, as otherwise what was the point of having got all dressed up for it?
In the 2 1/2 years since I started C25K I've never set off when it's raining, so this was a novelty. It wasn't too bad at first. I took in the sensation of raindrops on my skin and we skipped most of our warm up walk as otherwise we'd have started getting cold.
We reached the path through the fields. The rain increased. There's a tree and I thought for a minute we might shelter but no, carry on. It got heavier. My glasses were covered in raindrops making it hard to see where I was going.
The path was a choice between mud or very wet grass. Mr Y kept saying 'It's not too bad, it's not too bad!' I refused to contradict him even though the water was running into my eyes by now, stinging. I really didn't need to put myself into a negative frame of mind.
We'd been running for nearly a km when he suggested turning back. Thank goodness, except now we had a headwind to contend with as well as the rain. I took my glasses off. Still couldn't see properly (because I actually do need them).
We reached the end of the path and instead of walking to cool down I ran a bit faster. I just wanted to get home. Checked the NRC app that was tracking my distance, just over 1500 metres covered. Pressed a button and realised too late I'd cancelled the run on the app. Sometimes you've just got to laugh!
Happy Monday everyone