Let's face it, we've all stood at the window in our running kit, looked at the weather outside and felt inspired to rush out, and bounce along the road like a kangaroo on steroids. But then there are equally times, when you have stood at said window, and the very thought of a run fills you with absolute dread.
The good old, British weather. I could write a book about it, I can tell you. I have lost count of the days my run has been peppered with rain, sleet, snow, wind, baking heat, thunder and yes, even a solar eclipse.
There is a favourite season for each and every one of us, but I think my favourite is the autumn. The colours are stunning, and the light over the fields just before it gets dark of an evening often breathtaking, the sunset emitting a beautiful golden hue.
Despite the fact that rainy days do not naturally beckon us outside, from a personal point of view, running in rain ain't half bad. It keeps me cool, and unless it becomes torrential, is actually quite pleasant. A friend of mine got caught once in a downpour, wearing loose jogging pants. But the wetter the trousers got, gravity started to kick in and well, you can only guess the rest. She ended up with them round her ankles by the time she got home.
A hot day can be uncomfortable, and sap your energy, so I tend to avoid the heat of the day and run in the evening when it has dissipated somewhat, I do hate getting home with a face the colour of Vimto.
Someone once said “there is no bad weather, just inappropriate clothing” which sums it all up really. On a cold day, there is a tendency to rug up a bit more than usual, and then start stripping layers off half a mile in, which inevitably I either end up carrying, or tying around my waist. A baseball cap can keep some heat in, and if cold hands are a problem a pair of running gloves can make all the difference between a comfortable run and feeling like your fingers are dropping off. I love that frozen face you get on winter runs, it takes a good half an hour to defrost. People think you are smiling permanently at them until you thaw out.
Today, I spent an hour sitting in my car, kitted up ready for a four miler, when a prolonged thunderstorm hit Shropshire and rumbled round for the best part of the afternoon and evening. It was then that I admitted defeat so it was home for a cuppa, and a few runs up and down the stairs to get my steps in.
In retrospect, I love a run in all weather, each of the elements give highs and lows, frustration and fun. I can honestly say, I wouldn't have it any other way.