running through the rain

It has not rained on me most of the summer. I more than made up for that fact yesterday.

When I left to go running it was only drizzling a little. The sky was a pretty dark shade of gray to the west, though, and the radar was covered in green.¹ So it looked inevitable that I was going to get wet.

And, of course, about 4 miles from home it started to pour. The rain came down in sheets. A few times lightning flashed overhead and thunder rumbled like distant artillery. My clothes were so wet when I got home that I had to wring them out. I could literally pour the water out of my shoes.

Since it was warm I didn’t really mind running in the rain. That said, it is rare for me to come back from a run quite that wet.

1. Runners are obsessive weather watchers. [↩]

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