Actually...it was the best of times, but I only decided that half way through the run.
It was very, very dark this morning and having woken early, I decided to make an earlier start, before the rains came; well that was the plan!
As I set out, it was already raining, and raining quite heavily. Decision time... to run or not to run...
I was already quite damp, after opening two gates and three minutes of my warm up walk...
What the heck... I wanted to run, so I went for it.
Literally no-one around this morning, still dark and curtains closed tightly across the windows of the houses, barriers against the darkness and the rain. Having reached the main road though the village I was seriously wet, but very warm... a slightly different start to the route, meant I was into a steady, although wet pace by this time. Car headlights flickering on the black slicked road and the odd light coming on in upstairs rooms in the houses along the route, as the occupants prepare again for their day. I was seriously and significantly wet at this point, but I was comfortable and I was running!
As I turned up the hill towards the High School, I was concious that my legs just seemed to be moving without me thinking about them, my feet hitting the floor with a light squelch, breathing deep and steady...here I was, over 65, in the dark, soaking wet, running up a hill and enjoying it! Was I quite mad...?
Those of you who read my ramblings know I had a bit if a block a run or two back... but this morning... poems, carols, quotations and snatches of songs. rippled through my head like a stream over pebbles.
i negotiated the narrow pathway along by the Primary school, hedge dripping wet, into the lane and meeting, en route, some of the early Senior students , making their damp, dark way to school.
Up the hill and into Old Road. This route has been very wet previously, but today...almost impassable.
Dark puddles stretching from side to side, the trees dripping coldly and steadily into the sodden hedgerows... and me. Almost jumping over the larger puddles, I wrote a whole new carol ,(in my head), to the tune of Deck the Halls...up to the end of the road, up again to the Bridle Path corner, down the hill and then turn.
I felt so alive.. I cannot begin to describe it, I can only put the feeling of exhilaration down to the dampness creeping into my sodden head!
Made my way back to the village, and Laura's voice, once again, telling me I had done it.
Five minute warm-down walk, up the hill to Billy Joel's Piano Man and home to the indescribable bliss of a hot shower.
What a run!