Gloomy

Django and I were supposed to go running in the hills with the Pentland Fun Runners tonight, but I really couldn't see the point when the clouds were down and it was wet and breezy. I suppose there is the argument if "training" - and I've got a race for the Harriers next month - but I've scarcely ever gone out just to train in my 40 years as runner, so I'm not going to start now! So it was a plod around the housing estates of Penicuik and, whatever the weather, Django gets excited if he thinks you're getting the ball out!