It was raining when I prepared to go out for my morning run. For me, its great news, it meant that, in all likelihood, I would have the local park where I run to myself, which, from my perspective, is preferable.
Quite frankly I enjoy the solitude. I’m alone with my thoughts, regardless of whether they be important or mundane. The only sounds are the geese honking in the pond, the crows cawing in the trees or the frogs croaking in the wetlands. Not a bad way to spend 40-45 minutes to get your day started.
Of course, once I get to my first meeting, almost invariably, someone is going to ask me if I ran today. My response “sure, why not?”. “Well, because it’s raining”. “So what, 5 minutes into my run I’m already wet, what does it matter if it’s from outside in or inside out?”
The response is usually no reply, upraised eyebrows or “You’re crazy”. To which my response is a smile, a nod of my head or “yes, you’re right”.
I mean, it’s summertime; you need to spend as much time outside as you can. Six months from now there could be a blizzard outside and I have to resort to the dreaded treadmill!
Running is terrible. (I say that as someone who runs.) Complaining about rain while running is a lot like complaining about misarranged flowers on the Hindenberg.
I prefer to walk rather than run, but otherwise I’m with you.
This woman is me on the treadmill!
So true, Roger, always better to get out there!
Thanks for the support.