Rinse, then repeat. Always repeat...

After last night's windblown drenching, it was with some trepidation I headed out at about 6pm with light rain falling. Nothing came of it - in fact, the sky cleared as I cruised around Bedlam Bay Oval for another 35 minute recovery. My gentle path has become a full blown groove around the perimeter of the oval - doubtless the groundstaff there are cursing this 'runner in the night'.

Illie is a bit vocal tonight. Who knows why these things are the way they are?