Another name for this post might Sunday stupidity. I really wanted to run, but we were suppose to get rain. first a light drizzle then getting progressively harder throughout the day. Also, the Raiders had an early game this week, so I wouldn't be able to use the gym. Therefore I decided to run the NC Museum of Art Greenway, which is just over 5 miles. I put on enough layers for the cold and my best water resistant jacket and headed out. The first two miles were fine the rain wasn't that bad, nor was the cold, but as I approached the midway point, the rain began to pick up. Once I got to the exact mid way point, it basically hit a pretty steady rain, granted it wasn't an all out downpour but bad enough to make me wish that I had bought a waterproof jacket. I slogged my way home and was fairly miserable doing it. At that point, I had no choice, so I just went with it. There were very few people out on the Greenway, but every time that I met up with someone we shared a little wave or a nod that made me feel like we were all in on some secret. It kind of reminded me of the the nose rub thing from the movie The Sting. I am still a newbie to running and I feel like there are certain rights passage that I need to go through before I can really call myself a runner. If coming home, soaked to bone because your too stubborn to change you plans is one of them, I am one step closer. Also, after the run, I knew that it was time to invest in some rain gear.
According to Old Bob I did 5.36 in 53:53, it was pretty much all hills and rain, so I felt good about the way I ran .