Last night I set off to run a 8+k run hoping that I could make it home before it got so dark I couldn't see where my feet were landing.
I dressed for the cool weather but within a few kilometres I was really hot so I took off my jacket and managed to secure it around my waist whilst still running (quite a feat involving untangling my headphones so they didn't garot me).
It seems that the rain gods were just waiting for me to double knot the sleeves before it began to gently drizzle. Not a problem I decided, it will keep me cool.
On I ran. It was going really well so as I approached the point where I would normally stop for my 5 minute cool down walk, which would take me home I detoured off and ran an extra 2k to complete 10k.
Feeling chuffed I turned around to head home, around a 15 minute walk, when the heavens opened! The rain was bouncing off the pavement and within a few minutes I was wetter than a ducks bottom. There was a river running down my road and as I walked through my door Mr Tready had to come to my rescue and relieve me of my iPhone and headphones, just touching them to get them out of my pocket probably would have destroyed them. " you must be insane to go out in that" hubby said. It was then that I realised that I am a runner. Before that I have often told people that I run, but I have never said 'I am a runner' and never really believed it before.
I now know that I will run in the dark, wind, rain, snow, sun or any combination of the elements, but more importantly I will enjoy it. Maybe hubby's right I am insane!