Nope, this isn’t a picture of the rain that’s been falling and falling and falling and falling in my hometown for days. But it could have been.
And nope, I never ran on this particular road on this particular day in these particular conditions. But I would have, if I’d had the opportunity.
Used to be, the gray, rainy, windy, cold conditions of late Fall and early Spring, really got to me. And not in a good way. At one time, I even considered the possibility that I might have that sunlight deficiency syndrome–whatever it’s called. I would be moody, crabby, blue.
This year has been different. This year I have encountered the Running Transformation. True, the body hasn’t been entirely very transformed, but my attitude is getting quite the overhaul. Here (in part) is how:
I discovered that I really love to run in the rain. The colder and wetter and windier and messier, the better, really. I think it’s absolutely awesome and my attitude, coupled with the endorphins that flow during and after a decent run, have caused me to have a Pavlovian response to a rainy weather forecast. I actually feel better when I know it’s going to rain and I can get out and run in it.
I know, it’s Just. Not. Right. But I can’t help myself. I love it.
Partly, I think it helps that I’ve got a few pieces of couldn’t-run-in-the-cold-and-rain-without-them running gear that have made a humongous difference in the enjoyment department. For instance, the right shoes and socks have kept my feet cozy dry in downpours and while running through puddle-laden streets. (I promise I’ll do posts on my very useful gear pieces separately. And soon. Don’t give up on me…I’m just random like this.)
Also, I think it’s kinda cool to feel cozy, warm and dry, even when the cold rain is splashing on my face. I love the contradiction. Plus, it’s perfectly fine for me to have people think I’m a little crazy. I rather enjoy it.
Then there’s the idea that I hate being told what to do. When the weather guy tells us how cold and rainy it’s going to be and the darling little anchor sitting near him becomes all sad and says in her sweet little voice, “Brrr…No fun…Bring your umbrella and bundle up…Stay inside if you can,” I think, “How stupid. They can’t tell me what to do and how to feel about this weather!” Yet, this was the first year I actually had a viable alternative to rainy-day-misery.
When I run in the rain, I feel like with every step I take, I’m crushing all that negativity and with every swing of my arm, I punch that doom-and-gloom attitude right in the nose. When it’s cold, I am awake, alert, and alive–and I often don’t even need that second pot of coffee. When it’s windy and messy and muddy and sloppy, the challenge is invigorating and (dare I say it?) fun.
And my times are actually better in the rain. Not that my times matter (like, AT ALL), since my running times still put me well behind most runners, albeit ahead of the walkers. Still, the contradiction thing keeps sparking my interest–lots of runners have slower times in the rain. Once again, I am the opposite of normal.
Anyway, just wanted you to know that as we all deal with the downpours together, there’s somebody out here really, really happy about the weather. If you really hate the weather, I promise to do my best to enjoy it for you! No need to thank me.
And just think. Soon, I get to try my feet at snow!
Awesome Shannon! I’m so glad you have embraced the rain!