Wet One

This morning we listened as we usually do on Saturday mornings, to a guy called Darren on the radio. I was waiting for the rain to clear, and go for my usual Saturday morning run. By the time the program was over by 8am, the rain was still coming down. By 8.30 I told my Theresa I was getting up, cant stay in bed all morning. I went into the kitchen, made myself a coffee and continued waiting for the rain to clear. After keeping my quiet time and making some breakfast for Theresa and Elysia, it was still raining. Second cup of coffee as everyone sat down for breakfast. It was 10am. And still raining. I’m down to once-a-week in my runs, from a 5-6 day a week schedule. I gotta go. Rain or no rain. So I went. In 7 degree temperature, and raining. At least it wasnt dark and foggy, which was worse. Still, there were absolutely no one else running, cycling or walking. Maybe it was because it was already 1020 by when I finally went out, maybe it was the rain. Still, the Microsoft water-proof jacket was good in keeping the water out. By the time I turned back into Muir Street, I glanced t my watch – 59:05!! I had never taken so long before. The 10 or so km shouldn’t take longer than an hour, so I “sprinted” the last 100m or so, made it back home just before the hour mark, and started to stretch. When I went into the house and took off the beanie, my head was soaking wet. I recall doing the PJ Half in I think 2000 when it poured. But it wasnt cold. This was not just a wet one, it was also cold. At least I felt like I had my fix. I needed it. Junkie? You bet!

“So, I commend the enjoyment of life.” (From the Bible – really. Eccl 8:15)