Yesterday I ran in the rain and now my husband and both of the kids' bus drivers think I'm crazy. The one with the crochety voice, snarled lips, lap blankets and who puts the heat on when it's 70 degrees out especially. I've run in the rain before, my husband even ran in the rain that morning, but somehow when I do it it's weird and to that I say, poo.
My little blue jacket was a wise investment and kept me perfectly dry underneath, 'cept for the sweat. My hands and feet were soggy but once I got going the water was no problem, I was focused, stopwatch in hand, repeats the goal.
I have a stack of new books thanks to friends and I'm hopping from one to the next, feeling incrementally inspired as I go. I also have a plan and in the wise words of my friend, Larry, "plan your run and run your plan". Larry, I'm trying.
What's a little weather when you read a book about a guy who has run through every kind of storm, or when you read about your friend's adventure race in Borneo where she wound up with staph infections, 400 leech bites and lung flukes afterward and shrugged it off like the rest of us would a bad haircut? I've started Chi Running and am thumbing through Run Less Run Faster on loan from Clair as well as The Runner's Diet so I can learn what I'm doing wrong there, I'm sure there's plenty. And then there's a little book about healing, for the inner me, something I can only take in small doses but it's time and it's a good accompaniment to my daily meditation.
Whatever comes of all of the reading/running/biking the silver lining is this: I am fully distracted and not perseverating on how much I dislike winter. I dare to say I am finding just as much opportunity in winter as summer and if the weather gets a little hairy there's always the treadmill. As I write this I also see I'm not alone in my pursuit of wetness and fitness, that Clair also plans a full on dreary, rainy, winter run today and to that I say, it sure is good to have crazy friends.