I took a chance yesterday, that the rain wouldn't start till the afternoon. But it didn't wait. So I went running in the rain. Good thing I had my rain jacket, just in case. I was maybe going to go pay $8 to use the gym instead. But I didn't really want to spend over an hour in the stinky cardio room with CNN blaring from a dozen TVs and music I've probably never heard thumping with too much bass.
So, running in the rain. I should say, it's more like jogging. No, it is jogging. I say I am now a runner, but really I'm a jogger. I know this because all the runners are always passing me up on the trail. Not that I mind. I totally don't.
Yesterday, my mind was racing with all the things I needed to get done, which are easier to do while Andrew is in preschool, plus the feeling that all I really wanted to do was park somewhere with a nice view, sip a mocha and read my book (more on the book on Tuesday). But, when I got to the place with the view, I decided to just take a sip and get out on the trail (same as the place with the view). I'm so glad I did because after walking for about nine minutes, I started to jog and within a minute I got that euphoric feeling. That "ten minutes in" feeling. (I'm sure there is a technical term for it...) I knew my decision to get out and run was just right. A smile spread across my face and I almost hugged the German tourists who stopped me to ask how far to a local attraction.
I don't know. I'm just liking the running.
I also really like this song, sung by Raffi (cute little video, I think). Another thing that is just right on a rainy day.