Later today we are doing something called “looking at flooring”, so husband had strict instructions to get me out of the house for a run first thing.
He did that valiantly by giving a rousing motivational speech which was only marred slightly by the fact that he was still lying in bed.
Anyway, I stepped out into this:
A bleak wet morning, but it’s not likely to get better.
A few Christmas lights still flashing pathetically in the grey morning light.
I set off towards the park. It wasn’t too cold and there was a steady drizzle. Usually I quite like running in drizzly rain, but this was just a bit too hard to evaporate off my hot little face.
Anyway, the scenery improved slightly and the rain eased off some.
1K walk (to shops)