In the last couple of weeks my normal routes have become very, very muddy, I like to go off road and have some nice bridle paths near me. I do a mixture of road and grassy footpaths. Last week, parts of the bridle path were very boggy, previously I would daintily try and hop to the driest part, no chance here, mud and puddles the complte width, so I though, blow it, run straight through, and I did, wow what a feeling! Remember enjoying jumping in puddles and getting told off for getting muddy? Even the park run is rather sloshy in places, but I love it, the spatter of mud on your legs is a badge of honour, running medals! In fact I saw people asking others to take photos of the backs of their legs for them! And, in the week I went out in the rain, loved it! I was toasty and warm jogging past others huddled in big coats under an umbrella.
I can't beleive it! This running lark does strange things to you, takes you back to your childhood, puddles? Love em!