Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Running in the rain, but not singing about it


It was bound to happen sooner or later. You run several days a week and eventually you'll find yourself caught in a storm. I was just hoping it wouldn't happen to me. 

Yesterday afternoon, I suggested to LJ that we run since it would be raining most of the week and that afternoon might be our only chance. She agreed and the run started off great. There were dark clouds in the distance to the north, but they were so far away that I wasn't concerned. 

About three miles later, the clouds had shifted and suddenly we were surrounded. The thunder rolled in around us and before we knew it the sprinkles of rain turned into a full-on downpour. We were on Monrovia — so close to the finish line — just not close enough. 

We laughed as our clothes got heavier, soaked in rainwater. 

"Off the top of my head, I can think of about 100 people who wouldn't believe you if you told them this story," I said to LJ. 

I show great determination when it comes to keeping my hair dry. 

By the time we made it home, our shoes were swampy and our mascara had given us raccoon eyes. Not the best run I've had, but how's that for determination? 

2 comments:

ljcald said...

I was there and I'm still not sure if it really happened. Who knew you'd be a runner?!

Stephanie Netherton said...

That's very true, LJ. But the rain is a serious matter. Remember, sugar melts!