Move that body: 3.35-mile run (2 walk breaks totaling 0.25 mile)
Mother Nature hates me. She does. The past week, my northeast Indiana mornings have looked like this:
And the afternoons, as I drive home, have looked like this:
Yeah. There’s no debating Mother Nature’s animosity toward me.
But this morning I decided to be the bigger person (literally, these days) and go out for a soggy run. Mostly because Denali has been a real pita chip lately, and Mark and I can only assume it’s because he hasn’t been getting as much exercise. Or he’s peeved that we rolled up his living room rug ahead of the move. Either way a run would do him some good. And me, as well. As we know, I can be a real pita chip if I don’t get my run on.
Things I have to say about this run but can’t find a great, flowing way to say:
*It took me 10 minutes to find my shoes. I think
Mark someone moved them from the hallway and put them by the front door, where I would never think to look for them.
*My running hat is packed … somewhere …and I had to go this capless. Boo.
*I realized about a half-mile in that this would be the last run in the ‘hood. Yeah … my sentimentality ended there.
*I felt good but slow.
*I hate hills. I especially hate hills when you have to try to run in the grass because there are MASSIVE puddles everywhere and your socks can not absorb one more milliliter of liquid.
*I got mud on my legs because I had to run in the grass. I sort of liked it.
*I also sort of liked running in the rain because I could feel slightly hardcore despite my sloth-like pace.
*I’m hungry. Wait. That’s not related to my run.
Do you run in the rain? Any tips for making the most of Mother Nature’s “bounty”?