Bored with the rain, now. Between 7 and 8.30 last night , 8 mm fell. Not an astounding amount except for the precipitation not being exceptionally hard. At least it could have been accompanied by some thunder or something. Instead, it just seemed to add to the dullness of the season.
The mood felt compounded by an inability to get to sleep, so this morning I was waaaaay tired and glad the car was to be the choice of transport to work. Shame really that I couldn’t strap the Garmin to the vehicle for the 3 mile plod around the lanes – at least then, it might have shown some spirit in the pace.
A nice run all round, though. Knowing I wasn’t feeling full of beans, I set out for a slower pace, didn’t force things, lost plenty of seconds on the uphill stretches and just loped home on about three cylinders. Starting off chilly, I was surprised to sweat so much on the journey, but I guess I still need a haircut so can’t grumble.
Well, couldn’t. Not until the rain again pounded the windscreen on the way home. At least I wasn’t cycling through it, unlike last night.
Can we have some summer, please? Spring’s pissing me off now.