I went running in the rain this morning. Hmm. Let’s break that sentence apart in order to truly appreciate it, shall we?
“I went running” Running is back to being nearly an assumed thing for me, and this is beautiful . There was a lengthy hiatus in the not-so distant past, so I don’t want to take it for granted.
“in the rain” Having the motivation to run in the wet stuff is a big deal. In fact, it currently ranks #4 in my “Ways to Tell if You’re a Runner” countdown. Boy, that sounds like a great post. I’d link to it, but it doesn’t exist yet. Regardless, I could have just as easily gone back to sleep when the running alarm woke me in the midst of a rainstorm.
“this morning” How many times have I grumbled about not being a morning person? I DON’T LIKE running in the morning…particularly this time of year, when “morning” is synonymous with “dark and scary.” But I got my whiny patoot out there anyway, because there were miles to be run and I have a GTC meeting to attend after work tonight.
So. I went running in the rain this morning! I earned some sloshy shoes and a few more miles to check off my little 17-week to-do list. Yeehaw for that. And I know, I know, it’s easy to be dedicated on week 2 of this little experiement, but I’m trying desperately to be positive. Hopefully, laying some slacker-free groundwork in the beginning will help sustain me as the miles add up.