I wasn’t expecting that – a torrential downpour specifically timed to coincide with my run. It was sunny when I went out, and after I got back, it was sunny again, but whilst I was out the river level rose and there was flash flooding on the paths.

Thanks for that, sky!

I normally enjoy a bit of rain on the run. It can be refreshing, and it gives you that slight edge – you get to feel just that little bit tougher. After all, nothing is worth doing unless it’s hard. The only way to build character is to take yourself out of your comfort zone. He (or she) who conquers adversity becomes that much stronger because of it.

etc. etc.

Today I just hid under a tree.

After all, it really was raining heavily and the gel from my hair was running into my eyes, making them sting (that will teach me to be such a metrosexual and use products).

Back to the gym tomorrow, I think.