Okay, so although there's a fair chance that I'm getting a bit paranoid I also think there are pretty good odds that the rain knows my running schedule. Water from the sky seems to begin falling either just before or when I'm about to start pounding the pavement in my running shoes.
Take Sunday for example. I woke up early and was relieved to find that there was no sign of the wet stuff for my planned long run. For the first time ever I was going to run 14 miles - a challenge but also a little bit terrifying. The absence of bad weather was a welcoming indicator of a good morning's running to come. Sadly 10 minutes into my mileage it began. At first it was the type of welcome, refreshing drizzle which is a good thing when running a long way but this was not to last.
About an hour in and the heavens openned, pouring all of the rain in the whole of London down on top of me and the odd gaggle of tourists who'd escaped off their bus tour for a few minutes. I was quite jealous of those who had big plastic rain macs on as I bounced from puddle to puddle.
I thought about stopping. I thought about going home when I reached the nearest tube. I thought about running far enough just to cross Lambeth Bridge and before I knew it the rain was tailing off and I'd actually run 14 miles!
In part I realise it was a good thing; it might rain on the 25th April when I'm running the Virgin London Marathon for Relate and now I know I will be fine. The other part of me knows I know have to go home and run some miles and again it's started to rain. So please weather controller in the sky stop the rain!
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