When I lived in Tokyo it didn't rain for the first 2 months I was there. Then the rainy season struck. What I hadn't realised was how much I missed the rain. Possibly a side effect of my nationality. When the heavens finally opened. And, boy, did they ever open. I was straight outside to glory in all the sky water before going back indoors to drip everywhere to the muted tutting of my co-workers.
It was raining again last night and I went for a run by the Thames. Training in the rain is a truly pleasurable experience. You get to that state where your body is generating enough heat to offset what you lose from being soaked to the skin and you don't have to try too hard to not overheat. The odd thing is how quickly you forget how nice it is and look outside and use it as an excuse not to go out at the first sign of clouds.
One of the positive things about having a goal for training is that such trivial excuses don't get in the way of simple pleasures like this.
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