I know I said I wasn't going to get out of the house over the weekend due to the weather, but under the reign of a strange, sudden impulse I found myself putting on my shoes and heading out the front door on the morning of St. Patrick's day. I was being drawn outside. This unexplained impulse was bringing me out to face the rain for another run.
Maybe I'm going crazy. Out of the blue I decided I like to run, and now I'm running in the rain. I typically try to stay out of the rain, just as I had typically avoided running. Things really are changing.
I was so glad I didn't follow my normal pattern of trying to be sensible, or worrying what the neighbors might think. At that point the rain had slowed down to a steady drizzle, and although it wasn't a downpour, (that came later) I was still being showered by rain drops. It did stop after the first five to ten minutes of my unplanned outing, but I'm pretty sure it went off and on for the remainder of my run. It was the perfect way to begin St. Patrick's day. I had fun running in that less than ideal weather.