Soaked

I only had a very small window in which to run last night. I had to head out as soon as he got home so that I would be back in time for him to go to his meeting. So even though it was sprinkling I started. I could see the ominous black clouds to the south and I knew that was a bad sign. When I topped the hill I could see rain falling from the hills to the south and west. I thought I think I can beat it home. At the 2 mile mark down came the rain. I was absolutely drenched. I couldn't have been wetter if I had been thrown into a swimming pool. I was just thankful I hadn't decided to wear a white shirt. The good thing about the rain is it gave me something else to think about during that last mile. I had no desire to stop and walk and wasn't even thinking about my tired legs and burning lungs. All I could think was lets get home and out of the rain. Actually the rain wasn't that bad I didn't mind getting wet. It was warm enough that it was a rather pleasant experience. The annoying part was the rain blowing into my eyes I couldn't look at anything but my feet. Well 3 miles last night and I did a 2 mile run on Monday.