Notes
Back in Huxley and it's raining. And yet the only reason I ran today was because it is suppose to be nicer than tomorrow (the snow returns, as we all dread but know is certain in March). I'm also trading an easy run today for a likely distance run tomorrow so not really a fair exchange.
I did find an hour of no rain, but that didn't mean that I would find much joy in the run: alone, slow, and back in the windy cold.