As a measure of my folly, I ran my two miles this morning in a steady rain (beneath hoodie and windbreaker) at 6°. The weather provided a useful incentive to keep my pace up, and indeed I made it home in a good time on a day I had been expecting to take things easy as a buffer from the past two days of pushing my pace a bit. I wasn’t much fussed about the rain until I reached the point furthest from home, so that my opting to hurry home didn’t involve cutting the run short at all.
Then cleaned up, Mass at Cowley St John, and home again for hot breakfast and some marking (and blogging, obvs).