I’m a little proud of myself tonight. After my last session at BritMilFit I signed up for regular classes. They told us after the session that we might ache for a day or two. It took me three days to get back to normal.
Despite that I decided to try going twice a week, Tuesdays and Thursdays. When I arrived home tonight it started raining. In the past I’ve not gone running on damp days but decided to go out anyway – if I only train on dry days it will take me longer to get fit. I took my umbrella and set off for the park.
I didn’t mind training in the rain as much as I thought I would. It was pissing it down and within minutes I was as wet as I could get. And the rain cooled things down, which may well make it more pleasant than training in the height of summer.
I avoided exercise for years and to find myself doing press-ups in the pouring rain is quite a change.
The only drag was having to walk home afterwards, but at least I had my umbrella. I came home, ate an apple in a hot shower, then cooked the green soup I prepared last night. Right now, life feels pretty good.