There are a few descriptive words for the rain falling over my corner of Wales this morning, as I stick a toe outside the door....
Biblical, torrential 🤨 perhaps a deluge it all ends the same way.... But red January doesn't make exception for the weather.
There's 11 steps out of my garden, by the 11th the clothes are errrr clinging 🤣.
Oh well let's run wet 👍 dynamic stretches completed in the warm and dry house a light jog with some oh so flattering butt kicks and across the road. Let running commence 🏃🏃or even 🏊♀️.
After yesterday's overheating the legs were back in shorts, and it's a swealtering 9°c. The rain has emptied the towpath and it's just me and the sound of squelching, puddle splashing trainers, perfect. Who needs music the rain hitting the dark canal water is so enchanting, across the aqueduct is the only time I lose the sound of that rain, the River Dee below, is angry and churning the noise is truly wild, bear in mind I'm 126 ft or 38 mtrs above it WOW.
I'd decided ( as my preferred route is definitely flooded to loop around and recross the aqueduct for my 5k today. The towpath passing the visitor center is newly refurbished, the golden pea gravel almost shining after the rain washing it clean, another noise of miss if I'd had tunes banging away 👎.
I believe the rain has turned it up a notch my wet running kit is now washing machine wet 😂 and it's ok I've not dissolved, and that sketch by the brilliant Peter Kay comes to mind about the Royal Marine like biscuit..... The Hobnob it won't go soggy, I'm in that mindset 💪.
Two ducks were brave enough to venture out today, apart from them not a soul, total solitude, totally soaked bring on the next one!
Now I need a towel 🙃
A sunny Saturday 5k over bridges and under bridges
Is anyone else running at a UNESCO World Heritage Site?
Skin is waterproof!
