On Tuesday night, when we got back from the club, the weather was almost apocalyptic. With the wind, rain, snow, hail and sleet it was like the first twenty minutes of "The Day After Tomorrow". Bloody awful.
Still, we had just been out with the club and had the final "dry run" of the new route for Dunbar's new 10k (pardon the pun). If we can do it in that weather - anyone can!
However, the weather did slow us down a little and I'm pretty certain that the course record of 47 minutes that we set will be beaten tomorrow!
Got back to the clubhouse absolutely chilled to the bone. I don't think I've ever felt so cold in a long, long, time. In fairness this may be due to my own stupidity in the morning assuming that the weather was "going to be fine" and packing nothing other than a pair of shorts, a tee-shirt and a the flimsiest of my jackets.
Despite a hot shower and then sitting in a warm bar I was shaking and shivering for ages.
The things we put our bodies through for our "sport"