Just done my second voluntary run of my entire 43 years. In thick fog and drizzle. There was I, running along Hedleyhope Fell in my new Aldi hi-viz top. I'm sure the sheep were thinking I must be mad!
And this is the bit that makes me think I have been possessed - I actually enjoyed it. I, a lifelong loather of running, and scowler out of the car window at joggers - (to quote myself "you can't possibly tell me that they are enjoying themselves") enjoyed going out in pants weather and running.
And now I am in, damp and cold and rosy cheeked, and looking forward to a hot drink. Whilst perusing the yellow pages for an exorcist. Eek!