The Cote D'Azur is not always Azur, and this year the weather was pretty grim until the summer finally began at the end of June - a lot later than usual. Today was another interesting run - having had one of the hottest runs (not helped by the previous evening's festivities and oodles of vodka) on Saturday, today I got up at 6.30am, and was sweating putting my shoes on, it was so hot and humid. As I left the house, I heard thunder. Uh oh. I hoped to be able to finish my run before it hit....but I was not lucky. I got about 3km up to town, and then it started to rain. Not so hard, but raining. At 4km, I was in town, I hit Garmin at 26 mins, and then I headed home, utilising the hill to help pacing, and then the heavens properly opened with simultaneously thunder and lightening. The storm was right above me. I put my faith in my rubber soles, and sprinted the whole way home. I got about 500m from home, and then the wind blew, torrential rain, directly into my face. I was almost like a cartoon character fighting the elements. Like one of those fishing documentaries with the big winds, and people in yellow oil skins. Cars were pulling off the road because they couldn't see to drive. My feet were completely submerged in rivers of water running along the road. I got home in 20 mins for the in lap and immediately set about rescuing the parasol and other assorted garden furniture which was being blown about the place, shut all the windows and mopped the sodden floors, and then did my partials and chairless chair exercises.
Hopefully the storm will have got rid of the burgeoning wasps nest that #3 sat on yesterday - she was unfortunately stung about 20 times by four or 5 defensive wasps after sitting near this chair on the tennis court of a friend. How the person sitting on the chair did not get stung I don't know, although Dog was also attacked by a cloud of wasps, and was tearing round the garden being chased by the aforementioned cloud, before outrunning them! All in all, an eventful couple of days!
Ben Rolfe, married, father of 3 gorgeous girls, English, living in the South of France, working in Finance
Ramblings of a running nature
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