I love running in the rain. Love it. I love running in the snow, even on the ice if I've got my polar cleats. I love running when it's dark out. Granted, running in the rain is nicer in the summer, but I was smart enough to wear a windbreaker, my Tigers baseball cap, and the kind of shorts that repel water. A few things about running in the rain:
- Instead of making a satisfying crunching sound, the leaves go squish when you step on them.
- Jumping into puddles is exhilarating for about 2 seconds…until your new mizunos are soaked (had to break them in anyway). Although once they are soaked, jumping into puddles becomes mandatory since your feet can't get any wetter.
- You hear the whoosh, whoosh rhythmically as the hood of your windbreaker rubs against your hat/head for 4 miles. You had to turn up Christina Aguilera, Eminem, Journey, and T.I. because of this.
- For some reason, you had spent 25 minutes this morning blow drying your naturally wavy/curly hair to be perfectly straight…its not anymore.
- Finding your shins covered with mud when you arrive home is both a badge of honor…until you realize there is a high likelihood that the mud is manure (the natural fertilizer).
- People driving slow down to take a look at you. Probably thinking one of 2 things: 1) That poor girl needs a ride, 2) um, is she crazy? (answers: no and yes)
- Sidewalks are empty…you are such the dedicated runner.
- You'll want to brag on your blog that you are so dedicated (read: crazy) that you ran in the rain.
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