Why does it always rain at 6:30?

This is one of the reasons I stopped exercising outside. You may think this is absolutely ridonkulous, but seriously, a treadmill is inside and you have TV.

For the past two days, I've tied my laces and headed out the door for some running fun, and both days, at exactly 6:30, the skies have opened and I have been completely drenched to the skin. Both days the rain held out while I was sheltered by the large dome of the defunct Planeterium where I whittle away the hours of the work day, but just like I could have predicted, as soon as I needed to get out and stretch my legs Murphy's law took effect.

There is nothing fun about getting hit by a serious downpour, miles (okay, kilometres) from home and realizing that you have just left your freshly painted and lovingly restored antique dresser sitting on your balcony. It's like Nitrous for your legs. Panic sets in and I found myself suddenly sprinting for two kilometres, partially uphill, desparate to save it.

The good news is that this was the start of week two. My mileage was supposed to increase and it did, but speedwork was really not supposed to be any part of my beginner training just yet. The unfortunate part is that because I was so anxious about the dresser on the balcony, I didn't think to time myself. It's a shame, because I think I might have actually been faster than Paula Radcliffe for a brief minute or two!!!