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This morning, with that recollection still fresh, I was determined to run outside. I heard the rain but no thunder, saw the clouds but no lightning. So I put on my red operation raincoat, my waterproof cap, a pair of old shoes and some capris that don't match anything I own and headed out.
I customarily do a run/walk/run workout, with speeds and ratios that vary from day to day but stay the same within each run. Today though, I mostly ran; the drizzle doesn't seem so obvious that way. Besides, I slowed down plenty to go through puddled intersections, slanted sidewalks and cunning railroad tracks. There were times I was ankle deep in water, bringing back memories (tender-hearted of happy ones, actually) of doing the same in the White Rock Half.
I trudged on. As I alternated between avoiding puddles and not deep down caring how soaked my socks got, I also alternated between feeling vaguely chaste and somewhat silly. But mostly, I just felt like me -- appreciative to be running at all, plus happy for the raincoat and the hat and the oomph to get out the door.
Source: Dallas Morning News (subscription) (blog)