That’s one of the
benefits of my current pace: Slower. Slower. Slower.
At that speed I
can limit the risk of slipping and falling during a run. I see the puddles, the
rivulets, the drain backups. Considering my pace is more shuffle than sprint, I
can avoid most soakers.
They do come, though,
the soakers. Wednesday (July 25) a downpour started only minutes after I’d left
the house.
In no time, I’m
drenched to the bone. Footfalls squish, drown out all but the fat droplets on
broad leaves.
In past years, I’d
run in the rain to the gym – and then run on the treadmill.
But my treadmill
running days are over. I injure myself on those suckers. And there are too many
people wearing ear buds, watching telly, interior-drained.
In short, “working
out.”
A run in the rain
cannot be reduced to a workout.
Rather, it’s a peel
back to childhood, wet with wonder.
Next: Running for Your Life: “Gatsby” Gulch
