Watch out for the puddle! Courtesy of Broken Hearted Runner
Went for a run in the rain last night. Ok, it wasn’t just raining it was pissing down.
My flatmate told me to take my floaties. I didn’t but I probably should have: I was drenched before I made it to the end of the street. For some illogical reason, the rain actually made me run faster. I think my subconscious was tricked into thinking it might get me out of the rain faster.
I also discovered that jumping in puddles is still as fun as it was when I was five years old! 