Friday. Easy 2-3 mile run on my schedule. Nice way to cap off the work week. No need to wake up super early. Except...
I got up late. It is POURING rain. And did I mention I was late?
Oh well. It's only 2-3 miles. I can skip it. Not going to make or break training.
As I'm getting ready for work, it's still gnawing at me. So I throw in some running clothes in a bag. Maybe the rain will let up and I can scoot out at lunch.
Morning ticks by. The pounding of the rain echos on our ceiling. : /
I h.a.t.e running in the rain. With a passion. Yeah, I can skip this.
Then I get a text from S:
"I went running in the rain! It was fun"
I can't be outdone by a 15 year old. :)
Contemplating the run. Not excited.
But hey, it's only 3 miles right?
(why does this resemble a mug shot?)
I HATE wearing hats when I have short hair. Hate it. You know what I hate more? Smeared mascara.
Hat it is.
Soaked. to. the. bone. What a great run. No Garmin, no ipod, no phone, nothing. Pre-mapped course of 3 miles in my head and soaking wet shoes to get me through it. After the first major mud puddle, does it really matter? I actually fell into one that was ankle deep. Kid you not. This may be the ONLY time I have run downtown and not seen a SINGLE other runner.
You know what that makes me?
A crazy, wet
drowned rat badass, but still.
Toweled off, changed, back to work I go!