The rain in the night was almost welcome. The pitter patter on the motor home roof. It signals something easier, a break or repute from the treadmill. Except it's not a treadmill any more. Treadmill implys a trudge or a steady grind. But let's face it life ain't like that. It's a full on never ending sprint. I needed a break.
My first 10k for a while and what it lacked in pace was more than made up by the scenery more pitter patter please.