That was the first time I've run when it has not just been raining but properly tipping it down. And windy! But not cold so while I can hardly say it was fun, it could have been worse.
And actually, it reminded me that the feeling of "I HATE this, I just want to go home" is never as strong as the feeling of "I'm SO glad I did that!" when you DO get home!
Happy Bog-snorkelling