Squishy

Today started off lazily and pretty much the whole day was spent trying to get back into the mix of things. Everything just seemed to go by so slowly. The dragged on and on. Things happened, but time seemed to be going at half-pace. Finally the day wound down. Sun starting to break through the dark clouds. Hope for a nice run was showing it's face. I got home and took my time about things, while other forces of nature were working unbeknownst to me. As I stepped out the door it was cloudy. I had on less gear this time going with a longsleeve and no undershirt. By half a mile I was sweating and realized it may actually be 55 degrees (didn't feel like it with the rain today). I also had forgot to use the restroom when I got home and that compounded matters. I headed back to the house and made it at .8 miles.

After changing my shirt and getting ready, which was only a matter of a few minutes I was out the door. As I walked onto the porch a strange tingling sensation ran across my shoulders and cheeks. A soft mist of rain was falling. I figured if it stayed this way that I'd be fine. Sure enough I'm back on the road again. I'm feeling great. The legs haven't turned over like this in who knows how long. I think to myself that the run yesterday must be paying off. I keep going along effortlessly, but keeping in mind this is a rest day. At 2 miles sprinkles are getting a little more prevalent. I'm already moist, so I figure a little more ain't gonna make a difference. Mile 3 the clouds got bigger, darkness loomed, and I am there smack in the middle of Mordor running into a headwind that is spewing tiny pellets of rain at me. I truck right into it. I fear nothing. My worthy ipod doesn't make a sound and holds on for the ride into the abyss. I am getting blasted in the face by rain and my shoes are splashing water everywhere. I think about the front porch for a split second, but then I wipe my eyes and just like a soldier trained to ignore pain, put my chest out and run tall like nothing in the world could stop me.

And then, in the blink of an eye, the rain lets up, the winds die down, and light begins to return. I'm almost home, but only at 4 miles. I continue, I haven't come this far just to give up now. Just an out and back left now. The rain doesn't really come back again (at least not like the shadow of death stretch) but it isn't completely stopped either.Still feeling great and I start to feel a great sense of accomplishment. I can only remember a few times in my life that I've run in the rain. I'm even prouder that this one happened to be on an easy day. In your face laziness!

do you see what I see?

no, not the cat hairs.

I thought a lot while I was running about what people were thinking. Is that guy in the rain? What kind of person? He is going to get struck by lighting! Who knows, all I know is it was a lot of fun and felt great.

4(5.05)miles. 55 degrees off and on rain. light grey