Missed my usual running slot yesterday morning, due to time constraints. Spent all day telling myself it didn't matter if I miss one day - could run Thurs/Sat instead etc.etc.. (don't really like evening runs) But at six o clock I couldn't stand it any more. On with the pink lace-ups, and out the door, gathering black clouds ignored. Got through the warm- up and the first five minutes, then the heavens opened. I could hardly see! Still - once you're out there there's no point in turning back, is there?
By the time I got to the half-way mark I was soaked, and the cars coming towards me were raising bow-waves in the rivers running down each side of the road, but not one of them splashed me. Every single driver (and there were many) took the trouble to move to the centre of the road and avoid the streams as they passed me. It has sent my faith in human nature up several notches, and it was easy to aim big grins at all of them as they went by.
Who says you never see a happy jogger?