I watched the full documentary on Eddie Izzard’s 27 Marathons in 27 days and then felt guilty about putting off my weedly little 5k because of a little rain. So I went out and at about 0.5 miles in the little rain became big rain which then became big hail so I sheltered under a bridge for a bit and then decided ‘what the hell’ and carried on grumping.
I passed a guy out running in the downpour, gave him a thumbs up and he gave me a smile and nod back. RUNNER’S ACCEPTANCE. I’m totally in the club now. I’m sometimes a bit unsure about waving/smiling/acknowledging other runners when I’m out, don’t really want to break into their workout or be that weirdo that waves like a goon at someone minding their own business. Heaven knows I detest being yelled at by the general public when I run. Obviously cat calls are infuriating and stupid, but even the rare occasion I get encouragement from an ambling passer-by my automatic feeling is WHATEVER MEMBER OF THE PUBLIC, YOU DON’T KNOW HOW THIS FEELS IM BURNING TO DEATH HERE. But the rare occasion I do get a nod or a smile from another jogger I feel cool with it. We’re in the same club, you know. We know the pain. I can respect that.
So, yeah, it was hella rainy. I actually prefer running in the rain a lot more than in the sun. The sun is the worst. Lots of rain makes for hilarious post run pics too: