There was a break on the radar tonight – about 30 minutes where it wasn’t supposed to rain at all, after rain all day and continued rain late tonight. As soon as I saw it letting up, I took off out the door already running.
I just wanted to get a couple quick miles in so I wouldn’t regret the half of a cupcake I ate today.
The first part of the run was great. Light sprinkles – just enough to make you feel hardcore for running in the rain. However, the last mile it came a torrential downpour with a serious headwind. Lovely. I couldn’t even see and was tasting mascara.
I passed students on Vandy’s campus who looked at me like I was crazy.
One guy said “ma’am – do you need a ride?” I just glared at him and kept running – since he was on foot and all, I’m not sure how that was supposed to be helpful. And don’t call me ma’am, you little turd. I was in college
not that long ago once.
Someone asked me the other day if I do my runs in the winter on a treadmill. NO. Heck no. I loathe the dreadmill. I did all my training for those half marathons in the snow, in the rain, in the 100 degree temps.
I literally cannot run on a treadmill. I can’t balance on them and I fall off. Reason number 1,023,345 why I don’t have a gym membership – right behind reason 1,023,344, which is sweaty, grunting men.