B-O-R-I-N-G

Okay, so now I'm very bored of the rain. Since last Sunday, every time I have stepped out of the house in my trainers it has literally p****d it down. What's going on? Yesterday I woke up to blue skies, a fine clear day, not even a sign of a cloud. Not even a wisp. I jumped in the car and 10 minutes outside Nelson, guess what... the start of a downpour and plenty of rain to keep me company on the run.

This morning, I was up early, ready with a porridge filled tummy, settled enough to contemplate getting started. I hobbled out to the car to start the drive over to Bingley for a long one on the canal. Nice and sunny it was. Then wham! Its chuckin' buckets right in time for my first mile. I think I'm being punished for all the nice clear, cool weather we had last winter. I remember I kept thinking how lucky we'd been to have so few wet and windy nights to run through. I seem to be paying for it all in one week. Some freaky kind of weather karma. What did I do? Needless to say today's run was no treat. My legs were mashed and the adjustment to a 16 miler to give myself a bit of a break was still no easy task. I was daft enough to try some tempo efforts along the way and I felt about 150 years old today. The legs are still very annoyed with me for Thursday. I will definitely not do that again. Long run done, the Runningbear is dried off ready for her Sunday tea, telly and lots of sleep. Hopefully a better week to come.