Last night hubby asked what I was up to today, then asked me to go to Wickes to get another tin of paint (he's painting our bedroom) in the morning, the idea being that if I go he can get on with the paint he has, if he goes it wastes a couple of hours of painting time. Unfortunately this didn't fit in with plans for a run or a parkrun; independent run from 8.30 ish to some time after 9, home, shower, I wouldn't get out until 10ish, back about half 11, most of the morning gone. Same with parkrun, run 9 to about half past, back tenish, don't get out until even later. But no, I soldiered on, went to parkrun, but instead of coming home and going back out I drove straight to Wickes in my fluorescent top and jacket, shorts and sodden running shoes.
Far from being self conscious that I was wearing shorts in January and had legs covered in mud to the knees (and beyond!) I felt happy, content; I was flaunting my fitness (and idiocy of running in the wind, rain and mud) to all who could see it!
Happy running everyone!