Running in the rain...it is just something I'm not a big fan of. I will try my hardest to find every excuse in the book to get out of it (come to think of it, I see a theme here with me and excuses...but that's another story for another time.)
So, when Sunday, and the "new week" rolled around, I was not too happy to know that not only did we have 100% chance of morning showers, but it was also going to be 35 degrees. Sounds fun, doesn't it?
Now, I know you are asking yourself "if it's just morning showers, then why not wait until the afternoon when it's nice and clear?" Because I'm lazy. And I knew if I didn't get it out of the way in the morning, that 11 miles would never ever happen. And on top of all of that, I needed to go visit this cutie and I certainly wouldn't have wanted a stupid run to interfere with that!
I already made a deal with myself before venturing out that I could cut my 11 miler back to a 6 miler. There was no need to possibly get pneumonia, right?
So, off I went. Troy thought I was crazy. And I was beginning to wonder if I really am crazy. Because on top of running in the rain and the 35 degree weather, I decided to pick the hilliest route I could find. 6 miles...4+ miles of it is hills.
At mile 2, I just stopped. Dead in my tracks. At the top of hill #6 (I told you it was hilly) and thought I just can't go anymore. I wasn't cold but I was tired and out of breath, and at that moment in the solitude of the foggy, rainy, cold morning, I thought life couldn't get much worse. But, something made me trudge on. So, on I went.
At mile 3, and my turn around point, I thought "hey self, this isn't so bad...you could at least do 7 miles." So, I pushed on for another half mile and turned around. Proud at my ability to just keep going....
As the miles ticked along, I begin to think that running in the rain and cold isn't so bad. As a matter of fact, I must have layered appropriately because I wasn't cold at all! I decided at that point to run back to my house for 7 miles, grab some water, and head back out for 4 more...finishing the 11 that was originally on my schedule. I needed to finish what I had started.
A half mile from home and I begin to get a little cold. I realize that if I run all the way back home, I may be tempted to not leave again....so my brain cut off all senses to my cold hands, my wet feet, and my thirsty mouth and I turned back around and headed back out. Thanks brain...you saved me once again....within 5 minutes of making that decision the sky opened up and a torrential downpour began. It was actually raining so hard that I couldn't see in front of me. And yet, I just kept going. My brain began to leak out senses to my hands, my feet, my shins...that I was freezing! And yet, I just kept going.
The rain eventually subsided and I was happy with myself that I had done the unthinkable...something I would have never done before...
Troy must have gotten worried about me being gone so long...a mile from home, I see him headed towards me in the car. He said he imagined that he'd find me walking, sulking, freezing, and in a bad mood. Instead he found some crazy girl running in the rain...freezing her tail off...and doing it all with a smile on my face!
I decided then and there...if I want to be a Boston Qualifier, I have to do what Boston Qualifiers do...and that includes running when I don't think I want to.
Have a great Tuesday!