Sunday morning I woke up at 5 a.m. and set out on another one of my longer half-marathon training runs.
It was slightly chilly, and there was a light rain when I started out on my rail-trail route. I thought it was perfect weather for a long run. I like slightly chilly mornings for runs best, and the rain meant the often busy trail was virtually empty.
"I can do this for 11 miles," I thought.
I eased into the first three miles of the run, slowly settling into a pace. The first three miles were why I love running: it was peaceful. It was just me and my thoughts.
Right around mile four, however, the rain started to really come down. The slight chill on my body turned into being downright cold. I had seven miles left to go before I completed my run, and I started to wonder why I thought getting up early on a rainy morning was a good idea. My family was snuggled in our cozy house, warm in their beds. And here I was, slogging through puddles.
Right as my attitude (and pace) started to go south, an old woman riding an old-fashioned looking bicycle (you know the kind with a bell and basket and painted teal) came pedaling toward me. As she got closer to me, she shot me a giant, goofy smile and then zipped past me.
For some reason her simple smile shook me out of my funk and I picked up my pace, cranked up my music and decided to make the biggest splashes I could whenever I ran through a puddle.
At the end of my run, I was soaked to the core -- but happy. And you know what, running in the rain isn't so bad if you make the most of the puddles.
Do you like exercising in the rain, or is it hard to muster up motivation on gloomy days?