Kim decided to go swimming, thereby getting only slightly wetter than I did running.
It had been overcast & slightly blowy when I go up and I sat in the tea house, reading and supping a huge espresso from my oldest Kri-Kri cup. in short, a lovely morning. I walked back to the house, started to get my running kit on and glanced outside to see it chucking it down with rain.
Despite the best efforts of my Gore jacket, I was pretty wet by the time I reached the end of the road section, not even half a mile from the house. I had already decided I was going to have a short run in the woods, where rain doesn’t cut into you so badly and so I squared up for my default weekday run.
Out to Wivelsfield via the Royal Oak, through West Wood, back down the Magical Path and across the common. For some reason I was drenched (the rain must have been particularly wet, or something… oh, and of course I was wearing shorts) but as I stretched my legs out across the common on the homeward section, I felt a pang of guilt. I had not run far enough for a Sunday.
So rather than take the path home, I continued on for a second loop. It was kind of nice really, seeing the same scene twice in one morning, as you get to pick up on different things… and compare how wet you felt last time around.
The rain had ceased by the time I stretched out across the common for a second time and I stopped to take a couple of verdant, overcast pictures.
However, after ten minutes home and ten to stretch, there was not a cloud to be seen in the sky!
It was 0.8 miles to the start of my circuit and the loops were then 3.6 miles each making just over 8.8 miles in total. The weird thing was that the first 4.4 miles took me about 39 minutes… and so did the second 4.4 miles. One hour, 19 minutes in total, at a pretty consistent 6.72 mph.