I like running :-) by Flumptious

I decided to go out for a run this morning. I was really looking forward to it, and I thought I would *try* and beat the 'wibbley' PB that I got last weekend. But... I opened the front door.  I was throwing it down with rain.  I went out, anyway. Remember, because of my glasses, I normally avoid going out in the rain. I did it last week, but I *chose* to do that. Today, I didn't choose it. It wasn't raining when I decided to run. But I faced it. I'm quite proud of myself, again. Oh, honestly! Every runner must cope with it raining, of course. But I haven't, until just recently.

So, I am proud of myself, for daring to go out running in the rain, again. 

But  I am *horrified* at how bad my pace was.  I just went up and down a few random streets, it was 2.34 miles, but I took 32:31, so almost 14 minutes a mile.  I don't know why it was so bad. Yes, the rain slowed me down (or rather, not being able to see slowed me down!). But, THAT much? 

So, proud and horrified.