"You braving it outside?" My friend, Gav, asked me as he turned up to collect Mik for football training.
'Oh no,' I thought, 'It's not snowing again is it?'. Having had to face another assault of snowballs at work again this morning, I had hoped the recent afternoon rain would have kept the ghastly white stuff at bay. Reluctantly, I stuck my head out the door to have a look.
Not a jot of snow, thank goodness for that. A little rain still hung in the air; but nothing that would warrant a need for 'bravery'.
So, grabbing my cap - just in case of a sudden precipitation - and my dog, I headed out the door for my day 7 run.
With my dog falling happily into step beside me, all was going well as I turned the corner onto the main road; when suddenly: Woooooooosh!
Soaked. From head to toe: SOAKED!
I stopped and looked down at the two of us; now a sopping, soggy, sodden sight! Clearly squirrels are not the only rouges on the road; and I should have heeded Gav's words.
My dog looked up at me with her big, questioning, brown eyes: 'Why?' they seemed to say...
I don't know Doris... I don't know...
And with that, we continued on our run.
Distance: 2.4 miles
Weather: wetter than I thought it was!
See my run here