Plane

I picked up the car radio wires this afternoon.

This evening, I went for a run with a running group friend.

Running group has been put on hold because the two leaders left, one after the other, and no one has stepped up to replace them.

Another running group member and I were complaining about the lack of running group at parkrun, so I decided I’d message the group to see if anyone fancied it. They did, but all but one cancelled when it came down to it. Now I know how the leaders felt.

We met at the bike shed like we used to; I thought I felt a spit of rain as I ran there. While we were chatting and warming up, it started raining for real. It was nice rain.

We ran and we chatted. He typically runs faster than I do, although he’s not been out for a while. We ran at a pace slower than his normal pace and at the faster end of my normal pace. It felt really good, I was surprised to find.

We got back to the bike shed, where we chatted a bit more, then just as we were about to leave, it really started coming down, stotting off the ground. We waited to see if it would ease off; it got heavier. We would just have to go. We were wet anyway, as my running buddy pointed out.

I ran back down the path we’d run down a few minutes before; it was now one massive puddle, only growing deeper as time passed.

By the time I was halfway home, the rain lessened and stopped.

Mr Perkins was waiting for me under the car; he was a lot drier than I was.