Imagine the scene - curled up in a comfy chair with a good book in front of a log fire. The wind driven rain lashing against the windows. TC calls to me from the kitchen door to ask if I want anything from town as he is popping out. OK I yell, give me 2 minutes.
"You must be mad" was the comment as I arrived at the car in running kit.
"I thought you could drop me near the main road and I will run home" was my reply.
A short run of 3km, but better than no run at all was my logic.
Now back home, showered and waiting for the kettle to boil for a cup of tea then back to fire, chair and book. Bliss!