Rain, Rain, Go Away
What a miserable
evening it was in Manchester, the heavens opened with the blessings of rain and
I was over 8,000 steps short of my daily target. What to do in such beautiful
weather? That is the reputation of glorious Mancunium.
I put on my poncho as
the dusk darkened the sky, my eyesight not too accustomed to the diminished
light in the rain and even poorly calibrated for stereo vision, I launched out
with a plan to stay on the roads walking the pavements which were at best like
undulating hills that rose and fell with the regularity of the lack of
maintenance.
The exploration of
puddles
I had not walked the
first 500 metres when the first car splashed me and that became the majority of
my journey. If I was not being splashed much as I tried to navigate those
bodies of water, I was stepping in puddles, upsetting paving stones that rocked
to bathe me in muddy ejections and without wipers on my eyeglasses, I suffered.
My hand towel was wet
for a wringing by the 3rd kilometre, but I persevered, I only had to
get in just over 6 kilometres for my tracker to buzz at 10,000. In the end, I did
just over 9 kilometres and getting home was more than a relief. I probably
should split my walks for inclement weather and avoid the night-time if
possible. Maybe I need better rain cover than a poncho, my upper body did not
get wet, it did leave me any comfortable either.
That’s today, now to
consider options for the next. I felt like Doctor Foster when went
to Gloucester, thankfully, I did not fall in a puddle up to my middle.
Thankfully!
