I had the best of intentions to run this morning. In fact I woke in the middle of the night realising that all my running kit was in the washing machine, and got up to hang it on the radiator in the hope that it would be dry by morning.
By the time I woke up, the running kit was dry, warm and toastie, but I was really tired having struggled to get back to sleep after my nocturnal laundry tasks. So I went back to sleep for an hour, still intending to run.
However before even making it downstairs to retrieve my warm leggings a gremlin had struck in the form of Mr R (previously relied upon to be full of encouragement).
"It's icy out there!" he announced, in what can only be described as the voice of doom. "You're not planning to run, are you?" Well I was until, he pointed out the obvious. I was taken in by the gremlin that had invaded my hubby's body and struck fear into my normally enthusiastic self. One look out of the window was enough to confirm the gremlin's opinion that it was too slippery to run. "Leave it until this afternoon when it will have thawed," said the voice, emulating in every respect my dearly beloved!
So I set about other domestic tasks, while the gremlin/incubus masquerading as Mr R. disappeared to the shed to work. (He has a wood burning stove, so was quite warm in there.)
After lunch I started to get ready to run, but guess what?
Yes, the ice had thawed...
Yuck... it started to rain... and rain... and rain....
Unfortunately I can't cope in the rain, as the water on my specs 🤓🌧💧💦 interferes with my vision and exacerbates my vertigo. Running in a world that is rotating around me isn't great (well that's my excuse and I'm sticking to it), so I decided running was off.
I felt really bad for not running as it was a rest day yesterday and if it wasn't for that gremlin I'd have run first thing. So to assuage my guilt I got my gym kit together and went off for a work out in the dry. Hate the idea of running on the treadmill now, inspite of starting my C25K there, so just got on with an all round work out, followed up with a half k swim.
Hopefully it will be dry tomorrow, the gremlin will have vacated Mr R's body, and I will make it to Parkrun and get myself back on track.