Inspired by JoolieB1 I ran in the forest yesterday. It was drizzling when I set off and I was taking it easy as the ground was slippery, however, rather humiliatingly I was over taken by a rather slim young chap on the first hill so I turned in a different direction to avoid watching him disappear into the distance. I ran through the trees where big refreshing rain drops fell on me cooling me down, and along empty paths where I could feel my clothes sticking to me and my hair dripping on my shoulders, what a wonderful carefree time I was having. Met a few dog walkers which my spaniel was happy about, but due to the weather the forest was very quiet (as I had been hoping it would be). Then on my return run two young females crossed my path, one with a blond pony tail swinging from side to side, both showing off impossibly long, tanned legs under their sprayed on shorts, both looking amazing, neither showing any signs of fatigue or difficulty. They galloped off in front of me, leaving me feeling very old and frumpy, again I changed direction, I don't need reminding that I look somewhat less fabulous in my old tracksuit bottoms. Feeling rather ancient I struggled up yet another hill, so played my power song Town Called Malice which always cheers me up, singing rather loudly I reached the brow of the hill to the applause of some dog walkers who were delightedly laughing at my out of tune crooning. At least I cheered them up!
When I got back to the car park, I had run for 65 minutes, my longest run so far, but more importantly my first wet run, which I thoroughly loved. I shan't avoid light rain again. Oh, and my ipod recorded a distance of 10.62km although as this needs calibrating, this is only a rough guide.