It didn't look too bad as we were leaving the house this morning, a few drops were falling and there was a light breeze out of the north, but Laureen and I hadn't gone more than half a mile before a cold rain started with strong gusts of wind (enough to make me a little nostalgic for Boston). We hurried north along the creek trail to find some shelter in the trees and found that when we got to the end the wind and rain had died off. That didn't last long, however, and within a few minutes a light rain started back up and more gusts from the north. We turned south at the trail south of the country club golf course and it almost seemed pleasant. When we turned north again to follow the trail into Highland Glen park, the wind and rain were right in our face and we decided to head back home. As usually happens, the clouds started to break up a bit by the time we got home. My PF was a bit of a bother throughout the run, but it never got any worse. |