
I am a huge fan of running in the rain. I find it exhilarating. Similar to stomping in rain puddles as a kid while pretending I was Mary Poppins and could fly down the hill I lived on with my umbrella. (I would probably still do this if I ran with an umbrella).
This was my last speed-prep run for the half marathon this weekend. I hope it pours again Sunday. I enjoy nothing more than flying down the road as the skies open up and unleash a torrential down-pouring of water, while the wind whips sideways and occasionally a car nails a small lake next to you, sending it everywhere.
I decided we gained at least 5 lbs in water weight by the end of the run. Our shoes turned into sloshy sponges and whoever invented "dry-fit" clothing - it was nothing but wet about a minute into the run.
We had a photo shoot afterward. Unfortunately it looks more like it is snowing and apparently my camera likes to focus on rain-drops more than humans.



