Power Walk? No, Power Soak!
Yesterday I went for a power walk in the Angers countryside, where my wife's parents live. There is a nice circuit that I usually take. It's about 4 kms long. The road crosses a few farms with real cows(tm), and features nice, big trees on its sides. There are also very nice country houses made of stone. You can also hear birds singing (I'm not speaking about Paris-invading pigeons).
When I started, the weather was fine. Sunny, with a few clouds, and the temperature was excellent. As I strode across the road for about fifteen minutes, massive clouds arrived and it started to run very heavily. I was wearing sports shorts, a tshirt and a light sports sweatshirt. I looked for cover but only found a few trees around. There weren't efficient at protecting me from that rain because of the wind. So in about a minute or so, I was soaked to the bone. I had three options: wait under "cover" until the rain stops, run for it, walk for it. The first option was ruled out immediately by looking at the sky. There were big, grey clouds everywhere. The second option was not advised. I had walking shoes, not running ones. But more importantly, I didn't want to risk an injury in case I slipped on the wet tar. So I started walking again faster than ever. Five minutes later, I was "rescued" by Bibi, Caroline's boyfriend. She is my wife's sister. He took his car and came to pick me up.
After drying myself up, I took a book and relaxed. Five minutes later, the superb weather was here again. *sniff*. Not such a big surprise, given the 4SAD (4 Seasons A Day) we have currently in France. And they said Summer is only a week away... I just spent about eighteen days in Morocco and we had awesome weather almost all the time. I believe it's a Murphy conspiracy ;-)
When I started, the weather was fine. Sunny, with a few clouds, and the temperature was excellent. As I strode across the road for about fifteen minutes, massive clouds arrived and it started to run very heavily. I was wearing sports shorts, a tshirt and a light sports sweatshirt. I looked for cover but only found a few trees around. There weren't efficient at protecting me from that rain because of the wind. So in about a minute or so, I was soaked to the bone. I had three options: wait under "cover" until the rain stops, run for it, walk for it. The first option was ruled out immediately by looking at the sky. There were big, grey clouds everywhere. The second option was not advised. I had walking shoes, not running ones. But more importantly, I didn't want to risk an injury in case I slipped on the wet tar. So I started walking again faster than ever. Five minutes later, I was "rescued" by Bibi, Caroline's boyfriend. She is my wife's sister. He took his car and came to pick me up.
After drying myself up, I took a book and relaxed. Five minutes later, the superb weather was here again. *sniff*. Not such a big surprise, given the 4SAD (4 Seasons A Day) we have currently in France. And they said Summer is only a week away... I just spent about eighteen days in Morocco and we had awesome weather almost all the time. I believe it's a Murphy conspiracy ;-)