(Edit: I changed the name of this blog so I could find it easily when I need motivation. It was originally posted as "something I've never done...")
This week (since last Wednesday, the start of a new week for the BL Sun-sational Summer Challenge) we had a lot of rain in my area and I didn't go out for my run like I usually do.
I really missed it.
Then, yesterday morning I just couldn't stand it anymore. I had overnight company from out of town and everyone was still asleep when I got up to go for my run. Then I heard thunder rumble...yet again.
Who runs during thunderstorms? I mean, yuck!
But look at this...
All of those people do it and seem to like it.
Then I thought, "Why not?" After all...
So even though it's something I've never done (before), I decided to do it anyway.
And I loved it!
I started out in a sprinkling rain that stopped before I got even 2/10 of a mile down the street. Even though the thunder kept rumbling and a slight sprinkling rain began again about a mile down the road, I kept going. Finally I got to the spot where I planned to turn around and headed back to the house. about 1/10 of a mile later, down came the rain in earnest.
It felt nice at first, but as it became a downpour, it began to feel invigorating!
And I kept running, alternating with a bit of walking when I was out of breath.
There was lightning flashing and thunder crashes and an elderly woman came driving by just a little ways before I crossed the stream where the water usually flows over the road in heavy rains. She slowed her mini van down and then stopped to ask, "Honey do you need a ride?"
"No, I'm fine," I replied.
"But it's raining."
"Yes. It's wonderful!"
"But there is lightening."
"Yes, but I just live right up there."
"Are you sure you don't need a ride?"
"Yes. Thank you anyway. I just live right up there. Not far."
"Ok," she said reluctantly, then added, "I'll pray for you."
"Thank you," I smiled back. Then she slowly drove on down the road and I continued to run.
I must have wrung out my shirt five or six times before I got back home and I kept slicking my hair back out of my face so the water would run down my back instead of into my eyes. Wiping my face as I ran was a regular ritual and I loved the way everything felt to me.
It wasn't my usual run and I kept thanking God for the thunderstorm as I ran back home.
When I got back to the house, I stripped off my wet clothes and jumped into a cool shower before getting dressed and doing about 20 minutes of yoga to stretch out my gluts, legs, and back.
I hope it rains again tomorrow morning.
Before yesterday, I thought that thunderstorms meant I didn't get to run. Today I know that I can run in a storm and love every minute of it.