How the hell did this happen?!?!?
Running 3 Comments »I went running last night. That in itself is no big deal. The surprising thing is that I went in the middle of a rain storm. And I’m not talking about a light drizzle. I’m talking about a bottom falling out of the sky tropical monsoon downpour. It had been a week since I had been running. And the last run I had sucked ASS… i couldn’t even run 1 mile. I gave up. It’s been raining here every day for over a week now and the rain washed away all of my running mojo apparantly. So last night, I was hell bent on running - rain or no rain.
I got ready to go and it started raining. And then it started raining harder. I was determined though. Suddenly it stopped. I knew I didn’t have much time, but decided to drive down to the lake anyway instead of running around the neighborhood. I got about 1/2 way through before it started sprinkling. Another 1/4 way through and it really started to come down. I was on the total opposite side of the lake and had no choice but to go back to the other side. So away I went.. people driving by probably thought I was nuts. I would have done the whole 3.4, but by the time I got back to the 3 mile mark, it was POURING!! Lightening, everything. Plus… PLUS… my socks were wet. I don’t know if I have words to describe the hatred I have for wet socks. I could feel them squishing in my shoes.. I had to stop.
But really, when did the need to run become greater than the need to stay dry?! I felt good, don’t get me wrong. I think I could actually enjoy running in the rain.. and unless I want to start getting up at 4 am to run, I better get used to it for the summer.
Weight- well, that is steady at mid 180’s. I’m happy with it right now I think. I mean, I would like to be less, but I think I’m at a point that I’m so tired of counting calories and all that, i just want to sit here for awhile. I feel if I keep up the running I can do it. We’ll see. If I start creeping back up, I’ll have to do damage control

