6.12.12 Tuesday afternoon.
It’s been raining here since Friday, 5 days & counting! Saturday & Sunday we got somewhere in the neighborhood of 9 inches. I got up @ 5:30 Sunday morning to get my 7 miles in, stood for a while at the kitchen window watching the rain fall & the lightning flash. “You know,” I told myself, “I do this for fun. I do this because I want to.” Then I went back to bed, because I wanted to.
That’s OK. I do run for fun & because I want to & I really missed that run. I told myself I’d try to get it in if it slacked off later but I didn’t. It kept raining, the family had stuff they wanted to do, yada yada yada. It’s not that I don't run in the rain, in the winter that’s a deal breaker but in summer rain’s fun & grown ups don’t get that many chances to play in it. Running single mindedly down the seawall in a downpour, I may look like an idiot but I can tell myself I look determined or committed, even hardcore. Dancing around in the yard doesn't offer that opportunity for self-delusion. It wasn’t even the lightning, I’m kind of stupid that way, I like lightning right up until it gets too close which is about an hour after I should have sought shelter. No, I didn’t run because at that moment, getting back in bed seemed more attractive than getting out in a torrential downpour.
6.12.12 Tuesday evening.
I was really looking forward to this run. I didn’t get to run. My son has a belly ache. Daddys are flexible.
6.13.12 Wednesday morning. 5:00 am.
Finally! Managed a short & quick 3 miles at sunrise. Birds waking, herons flying over, raccoons straggling home, got home & rescued a turtle & 2 baby birds from the dog . . . all before breakfast!