Much as I don’t mind getting wet normally, and I’ll be begging for some rain when it’s warm... todays run was 6x200m sprints with 1:30 rests... so I watched the weather, waited for the storm to pass and headed for the park. My preferred route would have been the tarmac and trail 50/50 route around the duckpond, but there were some puddles that weren’t going to be avoidable... and I didn’t want to be standing wet in between runs in the cold... so I walked up to the flowerbeds and figured the best route would be down from there and through the playground... no kids about so no worries about having to stop. This had the advantage (really?) or being on a small incline, so every other sprint would be uphill and hill sprints are good!
Run one... not too hard, well within myself. Job done. Ground tested, not to slippy. Run 2... speed up, powered up the hill... felt great. Run 3 faster again as it’s the downhill, and now I’m loving it. Run 4... 100% effort.... there’s a slight bend in the path, and I see a guy with his dog coming towards me... I naturally did what I always do... I stepped onto the grass... then I slipped a little... and I couldn’t slow down. The stream is getting close and I am fortunate enough to be running at a Bush/small tree thing (I’m really good with nature) try to stop... couple of skids and into that rather than the stream. As it happens that took me to 205m 😂. Back to the path and I figure I got lucky... it was time to back off a little for the last 2 sprints... they were not eventful. Cooled down and did stretches looking at where I left my mark in the muddy grass... and started laughing.
Maybe sprints aren’t best done on wet paths by water?!