Ben crashed on my couch last night and suggested we go for a run at 8:00 this morning if it wasn’t raining, so I woke up at 7:15 to eat and get my running gear on.
It wasn’t raining.
I got all ready to go and even turned on my Garmin, which for me means there’s no turning back. At 7:50, I woke his ass up and said it’s tiiiiiiime for a ruuuuun!
It wasn’t raining.
While he got ready, I heard a little pitter-patter on the roof… and sure enough, when Ben was ready, I had to break the news…
It was raining.
Ahh, well, we went anyway. WETTEST. RUN. EVER.
We ran 2.5 miles along the Burke-Gilman Trail to Gas Works Park, where we posed with the gloomy Seattle skyline.
The sky absolutely opened up during the 2.5 miles back home, and little puddles that we’d dodged on the way out had grown to monstrous ponds stretching across the width of the trail. We did a lot of graceful leaping.
There comes a point when it’s not physically possible to get more soaked than you already are, and I’d say we got to that point around mile 3.5. We’ll call it a character-building run.
5.25 miles — 49:42 (9:30 pace).
Ben’s off on a plane to Arkansas now, and whaddaya know, it’s now sunny in Seattle! Go figure.
Since the last six weeks of my Rock ‘n’ Roll Las Vegas Marathon training will take place during the coldest, rainiest months, I keep having to remind myself of Bill Bowerman’s quote: “There’s no such thing as bad weather, just soft people.”
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