It was windy, rainy, and dark but I went out for a run anyway.
Left my GPS/heart monitor behind because I am just not sure how much of a drenching it can take before it fizzles out (and I just cannot afford to replace such a luxury item).
And it was one of those sweet runs. About as frequent for me as a leap year. Those runs where your legs never get tired, you don't have to pee, you don't feel short of breath/chest tightness, you aren't getting chafed by your sports bra, you aren't growing a new blister.
People looked at me like I was insane as they raced to their cars, jackets pulled up, umbrellas out. But you know? I kinda like running in the rain. I even did my usual lap twice because I just didn't want it to end. Tobie just laughed when I came in because I looked like a completely drown rat.
Glorious. It makes the next hundred runs in between (that involve gasping for air, knee pain, and sore muscles) worth it.