Let's be clear about this - I don't like rain and I hate getting my head wet (I hardly ever go outdoors bare-headed). So what on earth was I doing at the end of a Parkrun, with rain running down my face, wet bare legs and still smiling? My new Karrimor run jacket protected me fine from the light rain (was a tad warm between showers) but the heavens opened properly at the end, soaking my shorts, plastering the jacket to my arms and starting to get through - and I was happily standing round chatting?
This running lark does odd things to a chap.