So there I was, running in the rain this morning. It was dry when I left home but persisting down by the time I got to my starting point. Hey Ho, it's only rain. I like running in the rain, it's cool in all senses of the word and once you're as wet as you can get, well, you're as wet as you can get and it doesn't matter. I find I run faster in the rain too, or perhaps it just feels like that. A brisk 3K was all I did this morning but as I ran, soaked to the skin, past the cafe in the park I saw, inside by the window, a chap who I often see walking his dog while I'm running. I gave him a cheery thumbs-up; in return he waved his bacon sandwich at me. Gratuitous cruelty to a wet runner!!