When I woke up this morning and looked outside, I saw a good amount of rain coming down. You see, I was expecting to see the rain, but hoping against hope my expectations would be wrong. I looked at the radar and it showed a big green blob over where we live, but not at the gym. Yes!
Wrong.
As I drove to the gym, the rain never let up. It wasn't heavy, but it was enough to make me wonder if anyone was going to show up to run. Well, they did. There were four of us this morning that chose to brave the rain (and cooler temps, I might add). Sure, it was cold at first and uncomfortable. But as we went, the rain seemed to let up. I'm sure it was drizzling on us throughout, but the more I ran, the hotter I got and the better the rain felt. By the end, I was thankful for the rain. I actually enjoyed it!
I'm writing about this because in the past, I have done everything I could to avoid running in the rain - "sleeping through my alarm," "forgetting to set my alarm," "not feeling good," etc. I might have taken a step in the right direction to get past my "fear" of running in the rain. Running in the rain really should be easy - hell (funny choice of a word), with as hot as it can get here in Kentucky, by the time I finish a summer run, it's like I've been out in the rain anyway. (All together now, "Ewww, gross!")
Lesson hopefully learned. Running in the rain is enjoyable (down to a certain temperature - that is a line I'm not sure I'll ever be able to cross!)
On a side note, I am starting to get very excited about the marathon in October. I know this is the right decision and I really look forward to the training as much as the race itself.
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