I won't melt

I have to go run. And after running 6 miles (4 normal, 2 fast) yesterday in the rain and returning damp and uncomfortable, I'm not really inclined to go out in the drizzle again. It's not really raining yet, but the way things are, it will be by the time I tie on my shoes.

Nothing beats running in the rain. It's beautiful, usually quiet — even the car noises seem to be more peaceful. A camera just doesn't do justice to the dark clouds rolling over the bay when I run out at the Arcata marsh, rain pattering and dripping off the brim of my SF Giants hat (I'm a Giants fan, didn't you know?). It's truly beautiful.

But when I say nothing beats running in the rain, I'm lying. Running when it's dry beats running in the rain. Unfortunately (or fortunately? I can't decide), I'm a Humboldt County girl so I know that I won't melt from a little rain. Not even a little. I won't melt from a lot of rain.

I'm going, I promise.

I just don't want to. Luckily, it's only three miles. And with my feet being as speedy as they are lately — and the fact that I'm running by myself and therefore am more inclined to get bored more quickly — I can run it pretty fast.

All right, all right. I'm going.

See? I'm gone.

Ciao,
kc

TODAY: 3 miles (I promise!)
YESTERDAY: 6 miles, Tempo