I didn't want to head out yesterday morning until DH had figured out his plans, and by the time he did, the nice morning weather was finished. Between being ticked off about that, sad about him being gone again, and not having run the day before, I really needed a run. The storm hadn't hit my house by the time I got my shoes on, but it was coming - first time I'd run in the rain on purpose in a very long time.
Round about halfway I'm starting to think that maybe wasn't such a great idea. It stayed warm enough to be comfortable getting drenched, the wind gusts never got strong enough to take me off my feet, the water wasn't all the way across the road in the low points, and I never saw hail, but there was a LOT of lightning. One bolt came so close that I instinctively covered my head in my hands. That would've done a lot of good, I'm sure. Nothing to do at that point but run the other half of the loop, exult in the power of the weather and the feeling of my body in it, and think that being struck by lightning is as good a way to go as any.
It really was a glorious run. Wound up doing the 8.5 mile loop eight minutes faster than I'd done it recently, even with my shoes and socks so soaked and heavy that they were throwing off my stride, probably mostly because of the cooling effect of the rain. The sun was back out by the time I got home. And, I found out that my newest shoes dry super quick. Yay.
