I woke up to a steady rain this morning. It picked up as I got ready to take Peanut out. Normally, 67 F in the rain feels good on a run, but as the water hit my bare skin, it completely eroded my mental will and desire to run. Peanut and I both decided we wanted no part of it. Normally I embrace a gentle rain, but not this morning. As the drops fell, we both shrank away, as if we'd melt. I expect this in the chihuahua. But pride should prevent it in me, but not this morning. I shrank back and cancelled.
45 minutes later, the skies had mostly cleared. By then, it was 4:30 AM, too late for my full run. Somewhere in my mind, I gathered the energy, the sense of need, to get out there for at least 4 miles. Training is an imperative. There really is not an alternative. I thought of my logs and charts that would go without new entries if I failed to go out.
The morning was actually quite wonderful. Running in the cool night air smelling the scent of the newly fallen rain on the grass was refreshing.
