My shoes are still drying out. I’m still drying out and it’s not even alcohol related.
It was only a 12 miler. It was supposed to be warmer. I like the rain. It keeps me cool. Stops my face from beaming like a search beacon. No hat or gloves today, sooooooo wrong choice.
At less than half a mile in a car went passed and soaked me. Thanks. At that point I wasn’t too bothered. A few miles in however as i squelched through the miles…
Really quickly, at about the point where I usually start to warm up the opposite seemed to happen. My hands were frozen and not getting any warmer. It’s at times like these that I wish people could see me (whispers…’I don’t really mean that). I think people think I just skip about with lots of energy loving every mile.
I was so happy to make it home but then it took probably the same length of time as the run to get in the door as my hands were so cold I could barely turn the key!