Running in the Rain - or Workout 6 of 24 for May

I woke up early, to my alarm on a Saturday. I didn't even feel sorry for myself that I wasn't sleeping in on a Saturday. I put on my workout clothes, walked around the bed, and told The sleeping Captain that I was going to go running. Lambie was asleep in bed, and Bear was downstairs playing his favorite computer game. I took a puff of the inhaler, and set off.

Sounds like the movies eh?

It was really interesting running day 1.3 of Couch to 5k, without children along for the ride.

It was raining, so I was glad I was alone. I put the hood of my jacket up, and realized how nasty sweaty my neck got, which felt even nastier with the hood up. My face got wet, and I realized why runners wear brimmed hats. And then there was the hands... When I run with Peach in the stroller, I have something to hold onto, so I have something to do with my hands. I felt like Ricky Bobby when he's being interviewed, not sure what to do with his hands.
You know, that awareness you get when you're getting your picture taken? Once I realized I just needed to let it be, it was fine.

And that's when it happened. Pearl Jam. I LOVE Pearl Jam, but not for running. It's a wee bit too frantic for me. Note to self: Check the playlist. Then Celine Dion. Suddenly I wanted to climb back in bed with my lover (The Captain. duh.). And then Indigo Girls... I longed to weep on the shoulder of my bestie. It was official. I was on the WRONG playlist.

I decided to not thing of the music playing in the background, and I began concocting the blog in my head. What I would say, and in what order.

I realized, that although part of my motivation of running, was as therapy for the things in my life I grieve for, I have found that through my running, I focus on happy things. Goals, beauty, hope, friends and family, who I am, and who I am becoming.

At run seven of eight, I discovered something amazing. I was looking around at the world around me. I noticed raindrops on the tulips, and a funny little turtle statuette. I wasn't running for a goal, but just running. I had run without even considering stopping, for all of the runs, thus far! It was amazing. AMAZING! I was tired. Dead tired. But I was doing it!

Such a thrill! A very, exhausted, wet puppy, sweaty thrill!