Fire & Rain

Prelude:

I read Chris’ blog today (http://theplaygroundchallenge.blogspot.com/ ) – which is extremely entertaining and funny - and am glad to here that Sully is fine after getting hit by a car. I had actually intended to do a couple of burpees in honor of Geoff, but I forgot and now I’m having a vodka gimlet so that’s not going to happen – I’ll do 20 tomorrow; I promise.

First off, let me say that during my short period of semi-serious running (about 2 years) my nipples have never hurt. I’ve listened to some of my friends complain that the constant rubbing of their shirt chapped their nipples to the point of bleeding, but I never experienced it. Well, today that ended. My nipples are killing me! Could it have something to do with the torrential downpours that Cady and I ran in? By the time we came back we were both soaked.

I tried to time it so that we went out between the cloud bursts that danced around us this afternoon and although we didn’t meet up with any thunder or lightening, we couldn’t avoid the rain. Cady actually liked it; she kicked and squealed quite a bit today. It was bizarre weather –at one point, while it was raining we could see bright sunshine not too far off. No rainbow or Leprechaun, though. Most of the people who drove past us waived and smiled (like the penguins of Madagascar) and we had a couple Groundhog Day moments. But, it was fun and I’m glad we went out.

So the run itself: I have repeatedly found that when I don’t feel energized or pumped up for a run, I settle in and have a really good run. Conversely, when I’m all into it and ready to go mentally, I sometimes struggle. Today, I wasn’t really feeling it, but I told Cady last night that we’d go out today. Within the first half mile we were in a groove. We actually could have gone much further today had it not been so close to dinner time (I was the cook tonight). So our time and distance was good for a rainy day and I like the number of calories the phone tells me I burned. By the way, the Sound Shell held up better than my nipples did. We ran to an 80’s rock station on Pandora.

Someone hold me to those 20 burpees tomorrow ... Chris.