Last night when I checked the weather forecast for today, it looked like this:
I lied in bed wide awake as I anxiously tried to figure out a game plan for my longest long run. Once I finally had one, I got some shut eye and woke up to dark skies and a dead watch.
Almost an hour later, waiting for my watch to charge, I was finally out the door.
I ran 4.6 miles (sans iPod) around my neighborhood under foreshadowing rain clouds, though no precipitation.
Home, I changed into DriFit top #2 and headed to the WREC where I completed “Leg 2”.
Almost 11 miles under my feet, I was undoubtedly pink in the face, but my body was holding up fine.
At this point, it was pouring rain, but that wasn’t about to stop me. I layered up again and pushed out 3.8 final miles through downtown.
I pressed the neon button on my watch for the last time as I stopped at the crosswalk waiting for the light to change. My watch affirmed my effort today with: “way to get out there” and then congratulated me on an unexpected milestone.
I felt the corners of my mouth turn into a happy crescent as I walked the final block back to the WREC – wet droplets dripped from my black cap, my side ponytail a ratty mess, and every inch of fabric on my body ringing wet.
A PDR (personal distance record)… on a Sunday morning… in the pouring rain… by myself.
I had planned to run 13 miles today, but because I’m training for half-marathon no. 6 with no plan other than to #makeitcount, I did what SkinnyRunner would do, and just kept running… because I could.
I stopped at Starbucks on my way home for a venti iced coffee with soy milk. It’s only right to drink a large iced beverage when it’s 40F outside, you’re soaked to the bone and have white fingers. I think Miss Tina would agree at least ;)
The best part about my necessary stop for coffee… the cute guy who told me I was hardcore as I stood there shivering. #crazyrunnergirl
Alright, time to eat again… someone make me stretch please!
Do you enjoy running in the rain?
What’s your PDR?