It's raining again
I know that I shall attract complaints from Canada that, in mentioning the weather, I am usurping a traditional Canuck rite (and, indeed, right), and yet I must comment on the incessant, persistent rain which seems to have been falling from the skies forever.
Even in Scotland, renowned as a land of mist and mountains with occasional sharp showers, one shouldn’t have to put up with this drenching which benefits no-one except the weeds in my front garden.
I do not know what the causes of this duff July are – it was the same last year in August as I recall – and I am not going to get dragged into speculating on global warming, climate change, movements in the Gulfstream/Jetstream or any of that stuff. All I know is that substantial quantities of H2O are being sucked out of the Atlantic and dropped onto my head and I’m getting fed up with it.
I did have the sense to read a weather forecast, though, and went out for a long run yesterday evening rather than today. I have not got back onto the training schedule I was on before the injury and was worried earlier in the week that I had overtrained to compensate and had hurt my foot again. Luckily I haven’t and, at age 49 1/2 I ran for an hour and a half last night for the first time in my life. Although I have not yet got back onto my original schedule, I have been measuring myself against another which is designed simply to get one round a marathon course without being too interested in doing so at any particular speed. On this new schedule I’m doing fine and am ahead of the game thanks to the work I put in before the injury.
Anyway, only three more days at work and then I’m on holiday. Hoorah!
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