Sunday - ran 7 miles in a driving rain...felt miserable, hated life
Today - ran 7 miles in a driving rain...felt refreshed, rejuvenated
I'd forgotten that I really rather enjoy running in the rain. It's just a matter of dressing appropriately for the weather I guess. I was actually dressed too warmly this morning, but I figure that whatever added stresses that puts on my body just count towards the conditioning process. It's so peaceful when the park is almost empty and all the hard edges of the world are softened by the rain and the fog. The other runners that you do see give you little conspiratorial nods as they splash past, as if to say "We're the tough ones. We're the ones who defy the sweet, seductive temptation of the snooze button every morning to brave the cold and the rain and the winds. We are the ones who will prevail come spring. The age group trophies will be ours!"
Well, maybe not quite. But still, the little companionable headbobs of acknowledgement are nice. And I feel better knowing that I was one of them today and not a lazy lump of atropying muscle and rapidly deteriorating O2 capacity.