Although I am still a slacker blogger, I am still here and I am still working. Except last week. Last week was a bad workout week. So I knew I was in desperate need of a good run.
The rain was coming in. I knew that much, but I also had a Facebook message from Coach Dan telling us that if it was race day, we would show up so we shouldn't let a little rain scare us. I messaged him back that I would be there.
At 5 am, I woke up to a dark house. The electricity had gone out although there was no rain yet. I drove across town as it started to drizzle. We had definitely run in worse. Kelly suggested running later, but I was already there and she was on her way, and our group member Paula was waiting for us too. We took off, modifying our course so that we could make it back more quickly if we needed to.
The run was good, and mainly the rain stayed at bay. It was just kind of damp and the lightning was far off in the distance. I felt really good, and I was determined to make the most of the time we had.
It wasn't long, around mile three, that the lightning was suddenly very close. We made a u-turn to head back to the beginning. And then it started to rain harder. By the time we got back to the parking lot of the professional building, it was really raining. There was a steady stream of water dripping from my visor. But this feeling came over me, and I felt great!
I felt strong. I felt brave. That rain was my saboteur. It was coming down on me like every negative thought that weighs on me every day, but I was running through it. I was not going to stop. I know it doesn't matter if the rain wants to defeat me, because I will not be defeated.
The last mile was our fastest. And I hope to carry that feeling with me for a while and call upon it when I have a bad run day.
Because even if I have a bad run day, I'm still a winner.