Running in the Rain

Miles I was supposed to run: 3

Miles I actually ran: 3

Puddles jumped in: 7

It's been a rubbish, stressful, and frustrating couple of days. The traffic to and from work has been a nightmare, resulting in me being late 2 days in a row, and when I'm at work I seem to be going from challenging meeting, to challenging meeting. To top it all the humid weather is causing me to have more spots that an adolescent on a diet of chocolate, KFC and McDonalds. So after popping out to vote, I went out for a quick run in the rain. 

There is something cathartic about running in the rain. As I go round it feels like all the frustration from the last few days is been washed off. Maybe it's because I'm Scottish, and so grew up in a place where rain was the norm? In fact after being away at university in the south of England for 2 terms, when the heavens opened one day, and it started to chuck it down with rain, I suddenly realised how much I missed it! Or maybe it's just because I'm a bit strange!?

Anyway, I now look like a drowned rat, so I think it's time to dry off, and settle down in front of Netflix for the rest of the evening. It's nearly the weekend everyone!