The summers in Munich tend to be hot, the winters cold. Last July my runs were short and exhausting. Sometimes I gave up and plodded back after no time at all. This year the trend continues, but I seem to have been really lucky with my Sunday runs. This morning I packed my water bottle, put my wrist bands on to mop my sweaty brow, kitted myself out with my lightest gear and stepped out of the door - to find it had started to rain. Wonderful, I thought - should I go back for a plastic bag for my mobile? No, I'm sure there is something in my running rucksack. And off I went.
It bucketed it down. I was soaked, drenched, absolutely dripping. You could wring my clothes out when I got home after a gentle 7k. But you know what, it was such fun and the minute I got home it stopped, the sun came out and we spent the afternoon at one of the many festivals in Munich in the blazing summer sun. I'm so glad it wasn't the other way round!