Three minutes into the run, the torrential rain started again. I hadn't taken a jacket because...well, because the rain had stopped...and it was so warm that I was just wearing my vest (and tights and shoes, of course)...but I did have a technical t-shirt with me in case I got cold so I pulled that over my sodden vest to try to give some protection from the wind that had picked up. I was drenched within minutes and rain in greater or lesser concentrations continued to fall for most of the first 6 miles. But I like running in the rain, so this wasn't really a hardship.
My adductor teetered on the line between discomfort and pain for the first couple of miles. It wasn't quite bad enough to give up and go home, but it was uncomfortable enough to wonder whether that would be the sensible thing to do. However, by mile 3, it had settled into just feeling stiff and by mile 6, it pretty much felt normal. So I carried on. There was a brief respite from the rain between miles 6 and 10, but then the rain started again, and I ran the last three miles with the lovely sensation of rain dripping down my legs and pooling in my shoes.
So, 13 miles. That's the furthest that I've run since the Aviemore HM last October and a psychological milestone. The adductor and knees don't feel too traumatised by the distance but, as Adam says, what's important is how it all feels in the next 24 hours. So, while we're all waiting to see whether I've gone one step too far and whether my grand plan (still to be announced) is realistic, here's a photo taken during today's run...
|Between the raindrops|