Short stories from long runs

This blog about my run and training

You know how runners are crazy? Or, at least everyone says we are? I’m starting to think I might agree.

Long day at work yesterday. A bit overwhelmed. Just keep swimming, just keep swimming.

An hour or so after the office closed I was still camped out, more or less by myself, being only semi-productive to begin with and having broken down into silly, pointless tears twice. It started raining so hard outside I could hear the drops pummeling the roof and windows from my desk on the fourth floor and all I wanted to do was go for a run in the rain.

All I could think of was big drops soaking me through, squelching with each step, walking if I had to, but just running in the rain until I felt restored.

Originally I had planned on Tuesday being my one-mile day when the forecast called for downpours and thunderstorms, but as it turned out… that was kind of my thing. Instead, I decided to play it by ear and see how I felt, choosing my mileage based on when I felt compelled to turn home.

There was a steady rain when I started, enough to warrant a raincoat, but not quite a hat. Besides, the hat would hamper the rain in the eyes blending with tears thing I had anticipated. As I made my way down my street and out of the neighborhood, rain clouds were rushing overhead in whites and greys and for moments, dark as charcoal.

Soon, though, the rain let up and the clouds slowed in the sky. The setting sun shone in glimpses between the rushing clouds, peeking out from around the edges, blinding and bright.

My GPS clocked in three-and-a-half miles at the end of my street and the rain started falling again, lightly, as I cooled down, walking it in.

When I set out, I thought it might be one of those deep, heavy runs — lots on my mind, transcendent, thoughtful moments — but instead it just felt an opportunity for mindless release or a chance to not think. Feeling restored or pursuing peace can be a quiet venture, and putting one foot in front of the other on that journey can be quite enough.

Does anyone else like a good run in the rain? Tell me about your Tuesday.