This morning was the day I was officially back on the road, meaning I could continue my C25K properly. I was soooo hyped up all week! But someone, up in the sky, decided to teach me a lesson (as I had managed, contrary to surgeon's order, to sneak in three shuffle/runs last week in preparation for today).
Friday, the weather man told us we were having a storm over the weekend. 90 mm of rain they said. (The farmers will be happy). So anyway, I tidied up the garden, removed loose items, stack up furniture and closed the deck louvres in readiness for it. I told myself, the storm will probably hit during the morning so I will be ok at 6am for my run. Not so. It came early. Friday evening was warmish and calm (calm before the storm, as they say) then it hit in the middle of the night. When I got up at 5am, the rain was still horizontal. By 6am it was just as bad. No way would I go out, let alone Run. The dog went out for 60 seconds to his spot to lift his leg then back inside, up the stairs and on his night bed. It is 10am and he is still sleeping. The gas cut off, and we can't start it up, so no hot water.
You guys in the UK may be used to storm but I am not. I usually hibernate. I don't want to get my hair wet 😆 so there, I have said it! Actually it is not just the rain but the wind. It is like swimming with an elastic band holding you back! Obviously, contrary to what Laura said, I am not a runner or I would have been out. I am a chicken, a mollycoddled chicken.
Oh well, see what happens. There is always another day. I am in my jammies on a comfy reclining chair by the window, nice and cosy, reading the posts on this forum. I may just have a nice cup of tea.
Enjoy your spring season over there. And Anneke in Victoria, our W.A. storms usually take about two to three days to go across the nullabor so you will get it eventually. Sorry!