Yesterday I headed out the door for a run, planning to do one of our regular routes that take us 4.6 miles through the neighborhood. I got about a mile and a half into it, and suddenly the heaven's opened up! It was DUMPING rain on me - I'm not just talking about a light shower, but a torrential downpour! Plus the wind was blowing at about 50 miles/hour! I felt like I was in a hurricane! Ok, well not really, but it was pretty terrible. So there I am, 2 miles away from home, soaking wet and cold. At that point I really had no choice but to press on - there's a quote I love that says something about how the thing with running is that once you realize that you don't really want to be there you're already miles from home! Ain't that the truth!? So I kept on running, albeit like I was drunk because the wind kept blowing me all over the place. I'd see people driving past me in their (dry) cars, and I could just hear their thoughts "What the heck is she doing out in this?", "Ooooh...sucks it be her!", and "She's crazy!". All very valid points. But I kept going, cut my run a little short, got in 3.8 miles and jumped in a hot shower immediately upon my arrival home. Of course, the minute I got to our house the rain stopped. Typical!
To top it all off, my blisters came back with a vengeance! I think it's time to buy some of those $12/pair socks. For that price they'd better give my feet wings!
Oh, the joys of running.
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Hi Bec! You're truly a runner now!! I meant to comment on your last entry... congrats on completing the 10K! Wish that Eric and I were up there to run it with y'all. This running stuff is addictive, huh?! Can't wait to hear about more of your running adventures!
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