Singing in the rain (kind of)

♥ rainy days. They're calming, but then they also come with an odd sense of energy and excitement. I love how refreshing it feels, especially in the summertime. And really, I just love gray. I love gray rainy clouds and gray puddles collecting in the street. 

But you know what I don't love? When a day of steady rain unearths a multitude of worms that escaped from underground and are now flaying about on the sidewalk like they're in agony. Um, can you not? 

Back to things I love: I love running in the rain. I have fond memories of training for my second half marathon during a particularly rainy April. In fact, anytime I hear Britney Spear's Femme Fatale album, I'm immediately reminded of running up and down Clear Creek Trail with rain droplets on my face. 

Today was rainy and cool. It was a much welcomed break from the hot, disgustingly humid temperatures we've had for the past several weeks and I couldn't wait to get home and run after work. Though the rain clouds passed by the time I was laced up and ready to go, it was still overcast and breezy. In other words, it was perfect.


Apparently my problem with running in the summer is just SUMMER in general because as soon as the weather mimics autumn (if even for only one day), I am good to go.

I'm easing into my training plan for the upcoming Monumental Marathon, so I went out for a pace-conscious 4-mile run. But since my body was comfortable for the first time in about 2 months, I got through my run faster than I hoped/expected. Not having the sun beating down on my face makes a HUGE difference. 

^Um ya, that 6:36 is not my average pace (I wish!). It was my current pace for those last .05 miles. Anyone can run that fast for .05 miles. 

Mile 1: 8:30
Mile 2: 7:57
Mile 3: 7:56
Mile 4: 7:57

Today's run was a probably a fluke, but I don't even care. I needed a solid run. As soon as I finished, I said a quick thank-you to the Big Man Upstairs because He and I both knew I've been riding the struggle bus for months. 

Whenever people ask me about the key to my running success, I'm quick to tell them that my secret is simple: Look disgusting. I highly recommend completing your workouts while wearing over-sized, ratty t-shirts and sweaty headbands that haven't been washed since Khloe was still married to Lamar. You'll run fast because you're trying to outrun your own grossness. 

And I also recommend finding out just how unflattering of a picture you can take of yourself when you're done. I came pretty close to setting a personal record today.