The rain it raineth every day,
Upon the just and unjust fellow,
But more upon the just because
The unjust stole the just's umbrella.
Out I went, with a rain jacket on, which seemed a hot-making superfluity at first, but as the run went on I became more and more glad of it. To the east the Seven Sisters were wreathed in water vapour and as I climbed the hill to South Hill Barn, the same hill that is the last in the Seaford half marathon, it began to rain. By the time I was at the top of Seaford Head, the rain was heavy and a strong wind had sprung up. I have descended Seaford Head in everything from brilliant sunshine to snow and ice, but it has rarely been as slippery as it was this morning.
This morning I also finished the 200 sit-ups programme http://www.twohundredsitups.com/. That must be good for some Juneathon points.
