May 20th, 2004

Running in the rain

Lots of people like to run in the morning. I'm unusual. I like to run at night. At 11 pm tonight I came back from a 6 mile and more run. Marsha looked at me and said "I knew there was a reason I thought you were crazy to go out running."

"Why?" I asked.

"Because there's thunder and lightning," she said, bemused exasperation creeping into her voice.

The rain was light, just enough to cool me off and mess up my eyeglasses. The flashes of lightning and the rumbles of thunder were impressive, but seemed distant. I ran the course of our neighborhood 10k run, which I have run for years, and which is always held on Memorial Day. It was a rehearsal run. A slow rehearsal.

I find something thoroughly enjoyable about running in the rain.

Maybe it reminds me of my childhood, when I thought nothing of playing in the rain and getting absolutely soaking wet and full of mud.

Maybe it's the sense of braving the elements.

Or maybe it's just the cool sensation of raindrops falling on my overheated body as my legs eat up the miles.

Rhyme of the day:

A proper 10k
is run in the day.
It's not really right,
to run one at night.