Hello, it's Flair here. I am Futures education officer and I am an ATHLETE. Well, as of about four weeks ago I am an athlete. But tonight I am just tired and teasy. I have just been running in the rain. As 'Run to the Beat' is in September I thought it may even be pleasant, at times, to spend a balmy summer evening running by the river. But tonight the reality of my training set in as I made my way around the bog that is Tooting Common on a Friday evening, in the rain.
A good thing about running in the rain is that it distracts me from the agony I am in. I love a distraction (as Daryl and Fiona will atest to). I managed my longest run yet (still probably less than a mile...), spurred on by my old skool running 'trax' mix. So the rain isn't so bad. I was probably slightly less blue than I normally am when I made it back to my flat. I attempted to take a photo of myself (sadder than running on a Friday night in the rain, taking a photo of myself after said event) but it didn't quite convey my dramatic 'soaked to the skin' appearance.
In my head, whilst I pretended I was still running as I crossed Streatham High Road listening to 2 Unlimited, I looked like this...

The reality was, in fact, more like this...