Fat And Rainy Tuesday
Sometimes I wonder why I run. Oh, I love to run, but I hate being cold and wet (and yet I still live on the West Coast). Add hungry to the mix and I turn into a raving lunatic, I would so not make it on Survivor. Just as a quick left turn, why do they not wear rain jackets instead of blazers and flouncy sweaters when they are being dropped off on the island? (Not to mention properly fitted undergarments, the image of Phillip and his saggy raspberry y-fronts is burned in my brain forever, ew.) You know that you will be spending the next 39 days in monsoon season (and in your underwear), I’m just saying.
Anyway, when I was getting ready for my run this morning I couldn’t help but be a bit whiney. I received a text on my way to the trail that said “I am jealous of you hot tubbing”. I followed this up with an immediate phone call to set the situation straight, and when the handsome voice on the other end said “good morning” I in a snappy voice said “you know what I have to run through in order to get to the hot tub”. I know Tuesday mornings suck, poor me.
The hardest step was the first one out of the car. Conny was already in the parking lot, soaked, and there was no putting off the inevitable.
There is a big difference in 2-degree rain and 5-degree rain. Both are equally as wet but one not quite as cold and miserable as the other; the difference between Saturday morning and today. So when I dressed this morning for a mild 5 degree run I dressed using my add 10 degrees rule, and dressed as I would for 15 degrees, and that is almost t-shirt and shorts weather (I did not go with shorts this morning purely because of the rain/chafe factor, poor Soraiya).
Surprisingly after my Saturday morning long run on the dykes and my Sunday morning run for bacon (really I did, I ran to the store bought bacon and ran home with it in my pack, thank goodness we had plenty of eggs) my legs didn’t feel nearly as fatigued as I thought they would and I had a really great run. And yes, the end reward was fabulous, homemade bagels (thanks Sharon) and coffee in the hot tub. I know Tuesday mornings suck.