His foot slapped into a puddle, sending a jet of water up his leg and soaking his tracksuit.
He hated running in the wet, but if he was seriously considering the half-marathon next month he couldn't skip a day because of the weather.
He continued through the park. There was a large, dark shape on the grass.
He stopped running and approached the shape with caution. It appeared to be a person.
He reached down and touched the shape/person.
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