I don’t usually struggle with motivation. I love to run, I love to ride my bike. Sometimes I’ll dawdle before getting in the pool, but - most of the time - if something’s written on the plan it’s gonna get done. Even on a day like today.
We’ve been pretty rainy the last few days, so it wasn’t like I thought it was going to be dry this morning. Waking up like I do numerous times in the night (let the dog out, go to the bathroom, yell at the cat for eating the plants, etc.), I could hear the rain and wind all night long. Yikes. I hoped I could sneak out in between the cloudbursts for my 8-miler this morning, but there was no break in this storm.
I checked weather.com just enough to know that it wasn’t going to get any drier by waiting around (plus I had someplace to be this morning by 9 am), so out the door I went at 6:45 in my tank top and skirt plus arm warmers and gloves. It was pretty warm in spite of the rain, somewhere in the low 50s.
I think the hardest part about running in the rain is stepping out of your front door into it. Those first few drops on your bare skin are always the chilliest, but then once you’re wet it’s really not that bad. I usually enjoy running in the rain and today was no exception, even though it was a lot rainier and definitely windier than normal (the wind was blowing at just about the speeds I normally ride my bike). By the time I hit the end of my driveway there wasn’t a dry spot on me. At the corner of my street and the main road I stepped in the first of many ankle-deep puddles and got that over with. Within the first mile or so, I got splashed up to my elbows in dirty street water by a passing motorist, so now I was pretty much as wet as I was gonna get, you know? The upside to all this is that I think I’ve finally washed all the blood out of my poor battle-scarred Newtons.
The first few miles it was just a light rain and I was enjoying a nice cross-tail wind on the “out” portion of my out-and-back. When I turned around to face the wind, the rain started to pick up, too. My skirt got heavier and heavier as it got waterlogged and eventually I had to hold it up at the waistband with my left hand. Around Mile 6, when the rain was coming down in sheets and my ponytail was whipping the back of my neck, I was ready to be done. Nothing to do but run it home, though, so that’s what I did. 8 miles done. I earned my “hardcore” points for this workout, for sure.
I hope you enjoyed your weekend run, too!