It’s been a weird weather week here in El Paso. This wet stuff has been falling from the sky. Oh, you mean rain isn’t weird everywhere else? Well, we only get about ten inches of rainfall each year, so when the precipitation starts precipitating, people and animals start acting weird and things break. (Not even kidding. I was working at the library during some heavy rainfall last year, and it caused the phones to stop working and Fort Bliss ended up closing early that day due to the weather.)
Usually rain moves in quickly and moves right back on out, but this weekend the rain decided to stay. I was planning on running nine miles as part of my non-training training for the Ten Miler in the Heat with my running buddies on Saturday. When I went to bed on Friday night, I wasn’t sure if the run would even take place.
Saturday morning arrived and the sky was full of dark clouds. I assembled my usual running gear plus a lightweight jacket and headed to the meet-up spot. My fellow runners started to trickle in. The run was still on!
I considered not running the full nine miles I had planned. The rain was light but constant, and it was cold out. I’m talking 70 degrees cold, people! I eventually gave in to positive peer pressure and took off for the full distance with three other runners.
The rain let up during the early miles of the run. Instead of getting drenched, we were dry and enjoying the cool temps. Julie and I kept remarking about how great we both felt compared to the previous week’s eight miler. That twenty degree difference is night and day when it comes to running! It even made crossing over the evil bridge seem doable.
We still took occasional walk breaks at my request. (I didn’t want to overdo it and crash at the end.) Really though, the run felt effortless. Each time I checked my Garmin, I was shocked by how far we had run. It was like my old DRC days when I could get swept up by the group’s current instead of dragging my body as it has seemed on a lot of recent runs.
With a few miles left, the rain returned. By the last mile, it was raining harder. Our response was to run harder.
Our last mile was our fastest, and I could have kept right on going. This was a joyful run.
I needed a good run to pep me up for the 10 Miler in two weeks, but I also needed it for myself. I needed to feel the endorphin rush, to run out all my stress from the week, to turn off my brain and let my legs work, to get soaking wet but feel amazingly strong. Thank you, Mother Nature! This week, you had perfect timing.
I was so pumped from the run, that I killed my to-do list when I came home. (I even picked up the dog poo in the yard, I felt that fabulous!) I know the good fee fees won’t last forever, but I’m drinking them up while they do. Here’s to an awesome week!