I can hardly believe that it is two years since I took my very first tentative steps out the door with Laura offering encouragement in my ear! Since then, Runkeeper tells me I have done 302 runs clocking up 1,481km. Unbelievable!
I was determined to run today. Woke up to pouring rain but one of the beauties of being retired is that I can be flexible about when I run. The local BBC forecast said it would ease up about 10am so I decided to wait. It did clear by about 9.45 so I set out. I thought I would just do a couple of laps round the village instead of using my usual farm tracks as it was so wet. Just when I got half way round I saw men at work on the lane - a water leak and the whole road was flooded. I went up on the verge which was also very squidgy and decided that the farm track seemed a better bet after all.
I wonder how many runners have sustained injuries trying to leap around the deepest puddles? Fortunately I was muddy but unscathed but with decidedly damp feet! True to form, the heavens opened when I was at the furthest point from home ( damn you BBC!) and I returned home like a drowned rat but laughing all the way. Once you are truly wet it sort of doesn't matter anymore does it?
This running makes such a difference to your life in all sorts of ways and introduces you to a new world of technical gear, fartleks, PBs, ITBs as well as the friendliest crowd I have ever come across.
Roll on the next two years!