Singing and walking in the rain
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Well I managed to get through the 10 min beginners Pilates video yesterday ( hopefully I'll get doing it again this morning). Not too bad, getting the hang of it I think. It sure looks easy but when you get into the breathing / pulling, bending it all takes its toll. I'm sure its good for the mind as well.
Then in the afternoon, the forecast was for a few hours of dry weather so I decided to go for a long walk. I've been out building up the distance over the last few weeks, there is a coastal village close to where I live and its a nice walk to it. I've been adding to the route and eventually hope to being it up to a 10 mile walk. Anyway yesterday at about the half way mark the weather started to soften ( Irish term for a light dusting of moisture), nice and refreshing. Then it changed to a light drizzle - the difference of course is that a light drizzle makes you think 'will I stand in for a wee while or is it here for the day'. This resulted in a number of walkers taking out the umbrellas or putting on the waterproofs and me thinking 'I should have brought something with me'.
I carried on, the light drizzle of course progressed to full blown drizzle - defined by your clothes are now officially wet and starting to cling. The bus stop looked inviting but the advancing clouds seemed to be heavy with rain so I pressed on - I was on the homeward straight only about 2.5 miles left to go.
That's when the drizzle changed to rain and heavy at times, each step was carefully studied to ensure it landed in the smaller puddle or missed the rivers flowing down peoples driveways, I had to revert to singing to the music on the radio to take my mind of the increasing wetness and hope that the phone remained dry in my shorts pocket (which it did). About a mile from home and I'd like to thank the car driver that drove through the puddle on the road and splashed me from my ear down ( well that's the only bit I felt).
Surprised that it felt good, nice an warm and encouraged me to carry on singing and made it home with a spring in my step. Strange how the circumstances of getting drenched by a passing car effects ones view on it.
So the moral of the story could be.......
Getting drenched by a passing car is .......
You decide ?