5.2 Mile Run In The Rain – Jumping In The Puddles Isn’t As Fun As It Was When I Was 5.
I knew this run was gonna be difficult, but not this bad.
It was pissing down from the start. After 2 minutes I could see maybe 3 foot in front of me. I kept stomping in puddles that I didn’t see ahead . When I did see them, they were like fucking lakes.
Attempting to hop over them proved impossible for someone as clumsy as myself. I’d end up catching them at their edge and the splash back would catch me.
I felt resigned to my fate from them on and just hammered on through. You can only get so wet, or so they say.
With each foot step I inwardly roared ‘cock, cock, cock, cock, cock!’ in an act of blind defiance.
The worst bit was when I was running roadside. Cars would come hurdling down and waves of water would drench the pavement. And me.
I could feel the fuckers grinning at me from behind their wheels. I had to seriously resist pulling my finger out and yelling ‘Hoy cunt, ‘ow’s about this for a Friday feeling?’
Of course this would not have the desired effect of shaming them as twats. If anything, they’d be left pissing themselves laughing at the blind, bespectacled idiot who was throwing all sorts of incoherent threats and hand gestures at them and their vehicle.
The important thing is that I got around without disappearing down a manhole or being knocked down.
That has to count as a victory, right?
My FitBit Ultra pedometer is close to being perfect in terms of measuring the distance I cover running. I think my stride is bigger than first anticipated. Originally I’d measured it at just under 3 foot (…), now it seems it’s closer to 3 foot, 1 inch.
No more running for today.
I intend to eat some nice food and perhaps get in some cider or whiskey for the football later.
I wish all of you a very pleasant Friday.