Because we have the Houston Half Marathon coming up in a few weeks, we are still in full-on training mode, and we had 8 miles on tap for Saturday. Yes, two days after Christmas, and with bellies full of not-particularly running-friendly food, we set out for a run - in the rain, no less. Dedication? Insanity? I was there, and even I'm not sure which description is more true.
Running in the rain is not one of my top things to do, but since we are training for a race, and we don't know what the weather will be like on race day, we might as well get used to running in all kinds of conditions. At least it was a warm rain - it was 66 degrees when we started. Wearing a hat helped keep most of the rain out of my eyes, but there were several bouts of heavy downpours, so we were completely soaked. Still, it was a decent run, although I wasn't feeling as good as I normally do, thanks to a combination of holiday eating and the extreme humidity, and it took me several miles to get into my groove.
I ran with Julia - we were catching up on the holiday happenings and making good progress, when we noticed that the sky was getting really dark in the direction that we were running. We had just made our turn into the fancy neighborhood when WHOOSH - the wind picked up, only now it was a very cold north wind. We literally ran into the cold front that was supposed to arrive later in the morning - just our luck that it came early.
About a minute later, it started pouring. OK, this was not fun - Julia was wearing a running tank, while I had on a short-sleeved shirt, and with the cold wind and the rain, we were freezing! I couldn't even look at Julia because she was shivering and I felt bad to see her suffering like that. All we could do was to keep moving forward at that point, and that we did - at a much faster pace. We hit mile 7 when we heard thunder - yikes! We ran even faster, and I knew that before too long we would be near a pool with a small building where we could take shelter, in case lightening appeared. Just as we were getting near that shelter, I saw Jeff driving toward us - he'd heard the thunder and hopped in the car to round us (and Amy, who was a little ways behind us) up. I will say, I was happy to get in the car, get out of the wind and rain, and feel the heat that he had blasting! The outside temperature was 51 degrees at that point, but with the wind and rain, it felt even colder.
So that is how a run-of-the-mill 8 mile run turned into a memorable 7.36 mile run. If we didn't have a big race in just a few weeks, I would have skipped it - but hey, this is what makes us stronger, right? Any case, here's hoping the rest of our long runs will be dry!