Crism

Ideally, I would have run yesterday, when there was very little rain. However, the short daylight hours and Other Things To Do made that impractical. I knew it would rain today but, really, when the app says it's 30%/0.3mm for the rain in a given hour, you might as well give me some tea leaves to read if I'm to try and judge when to run. 

But around ten o'clock, the sun was cautiously making an appearance in a watery kind of way and I decided now was the time to go out, so I pulled on my running kit and by quarter past I was ready to go. 

It was not raining at all as I left the house. At the top of the drive, as I tapped my watch to start recording the run there was literally one drop of rain that landed on my jacket. By the time I was passing my neighbours' house, it was absolutely tipping down. At this point, I could have believed in a vengeful god. 

The rain had stopped by the time I reached Devil's Bridge, though, and when it did hail, briefly, I was under a canopy of trees. Perhaps the weather god was showing mercy. At least until I crossed back over Devil's Bridge when it was hailing like crazy and painfully on my balding head.

Still, the rest of the day was fine. Dan and I went to Beetham Nursery for new decorations and then to The Tavern at Hale for some lunch, which was very pleasant. And then, in the late afternoon, when Abi got back from shopping in Preston, we decorated the tree. Now the house feels like Christmas.

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-10.7 kgs
Reading: 'Frank Derrick's Holiday Of A Lifetime' by J B Morrison