Two runs, two days. It’s the norm for a lot of people but not something I’ve done since running the London Marathon two years ago. The distances are considerably shorter now but what a day to pick it up again.
It was the club run’s usual Tuesday route and as we made our way out there were a few spots of rain in the air. Nothing untoward, the wind was more off putting but then it happened.
It rained, proper cold horizontal rain summoned from the depths of Antarctica. It’s never hurt so much to run and all pretence of a group run was lost as we all picked up the pace and headed back to our cars.
You could say it was a good run at pace but having worn only a t-shirt which was soon stuck to my chest the only thing I’ll be taking from the run is sore nips. Ouch!