There is something uniquely special about running in the summer rain. I left the house early Sunday afternoon with the intent of taking a short run. I’m chuckling just thinking about it. Why? Because my short run turned into 8.51 miles.
As I readied for my run, the sun shined. Two steps out the front door and the rain was underway. By the time I walked to the end of the drive way, the sky opened with tiny and fine rain drops.
Since I’m thinking that my run will be short, under 5 miles, I’m not bothered by the rain and I am satisfied just being outside and running.
The rain stopped about two miles into the run and I had mixed feelings about it. The humidity returned and I could feel my body warming. I passed a neighbor walking her dog. “Awe, you got caught in the rain?!”
“Actually, I kind of hope that the rain returns, it keeps me cool.” She blankly stares at me like she misunderstood my comment. Shortly afterwards, the sky opened up! This time, big hard rain drops. I was nowhere near home and I didn’t care. I picked up my pace and happily sailed into my zone.
My sweat is replaced by nature’s H2O and the feeling is exhilarating. I’m happy. I’m laughing, and I’m going to run until I feel like stopping. I hadn’t run in a week and I was starting to get fidgety. This run would fix that.
Cars pass me. I know that they think that I’m nuts, but I don’t give a hoot. My favorite play list is blaring and I am in a jovial place. Occasionally snapping my fingers and singing along… yup! All while I’m jogging roadside.
By the time I return home and schlep into the garage, every piece of me is soaking wet! My twisted hair is drenched. My sneaks squeak. Water is dripping from my shirts and shorts. My daughter asks, “How was your run?” “I had a blast!” She laughs and so do I.
Everyone should have a happy place; a metaphoric or physical space that brings a sense of peace– A place where exterior forces cannot penetrate the calm internal state of being. Worry free. Care free. Simply free to be. Running is that place for me.
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