Is it just me or do others seem to find themselves running in the wettest, windiest wildest 30 minutes of the day.
Tonight I looked outside and thought to myself 'best get on with it' out I went and fought the elements (and enjoyed every minute) came home looking like a drowned rat, had a shower and finally got warm. Half an hour later my daughter asked for a lift out, I told her to wrap up as it was freezing outside but no! The wind has dropped to a gentle breeze and it is no longer raining cats and dogs.
Luckily over the last few months I had come to the conclusion that my favourite runs are when it's dark, cold, pouring with rain and the wind is trying to push me over. Maybe the weather gods are on my side