Yes, I did get caught in the rain while running before, but no, I had never before willingly laced up my trainers while it was chucking it outside.

But as it has been raining for what feels like forever, and I needed to train, I thought I’d give it a go and went for a very quick 2 miles to Big Ben and back (I am lucky enough to live in central London).

I passed a few other runners – or rather, they passed me, I am still dealing with the slowness of carrying two extra stone of body weight on what is already a thick frame. Yeah, I’m slow.

And all these other runners, they looked so tough. Not the casual joggers I usually meet, these were hardened backpack-wearing ninjas that no wimpy little rainfall could stop. Respect. The backpack were probably full of bricks.

For about twenty minutes I was one of them, pushing through step after step, careless and focussed on the sound of my steps and my breath, for once not drowned out by my running playlist at full volume. I was an Invincible zen master.

I think I’ll do this again soon. But if the rain stopped for the upcoming long weekend, I’d be happier.