This was my first run in the rain. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I was reluctant to head out, but once I did I enjoyed it, although the soggy feet not so much.
ZZ Top and Sharp Dressed Man got me underway for this outing - although, if you read my previous, I'm far from being sharp dressed π
This time, I sucked up any reservations I had left about running in public and headed off the local cycle path and along the high street. Everyone were fine - some said hello, and then forgot me in a heartbeat. Why does running along the high street seem such a phobia to many - and me included? Now that I've jumped that proverbial hurdle, I couldn't give two monkeys.
I've heard many speak about how helpful Laura is on their runs. She does it for me too. However, my gasping for breath has nothing to do with her dulcet tones - OK.. Perhaps a little π
The breathing tip from Laura came at just about the right time, and is something I need to work on. I guess all that will become natural as things progress, although at the moment counting four seems almost impossible. If anyone has breathing tips, they'd be appreciated.