One of the most dreadful things in the forecast for runners second to sleet is rain. It amazes me that rain is depicted as romantic in songs and poetry and the image of the couple wrapped in white blankets watching the splash of rain on their window as their hot cocoa sits by the night table comes to mind.
For me it is “aghhhh, I have to run 17 miles and it’s raining!” No poetry to that.
Getting caught in the rain is one thing, you can only get so wet and running back to the house or continuing makes no difference, you are already soaked but having to start a long run in the face of rain takes mental stamina or stupidity depending on who looks at it.
Sometimes we just can’t allow it to get in the way but who wants to, after finishing a race with a drizzle, add more miles and have the skies open up and yet continue to run; who wants to carry on a picnic as the rain softens the crackers or go out in the rain with a bucket not intended to catch the raindrops but blueberries and still have fun, well …I have done it. The wine gets a little diluted, the blueberries tint the water and the run is just as good.
It all depends on how you look at it and what you expect out of it.
Sometimes it's all in the company, sometimes it's all in the moment and sometimes you just have to have fun.
3 years ago