Pour your misery down on me is right. We’ve had three days of non-stop rain and although we desperately needed it, I’m out of dry running shoes after tonight. On Wednesday, I tried to do a workout in rain and driving wind and ended up stopping halfway through (I also had the beginning of a stomach bug so it wasn’t just the rain). On my run home, I hosted a one-woman wet tee shirt contest at rush hour. Yesterday, Annie and I plodded through more and more puddles. As I look outside, it’s still pouring.
I loathe running the the rain for a few reasons. First, I’m a neat freak and when we have rainy stretches, our house turns into a muddy, gritty mess courtesy of two runners and two dogs. Second, my Raynauds loves to kick up in the rain and I spend the hour after my run standing in the shower hoping my hands will come back to life. Finally, I just plain don’t like water on my face. I don’t know why, but I do know that it kept me at Level 3 in swimming for four consecutive summers because I refused to put my face in. I’ve mastered that now for lap swimming but I still hate getting splashed.
Perpetual green blob sitting over Burlington: Please go away. I’m out of shoes.
Do you like or loathe running in the rain?