Rain, rain, go away

I passed on my regular Wednesday afternoon run, mostly because by the time I got home it was pouring outside. After a week of being able to run in some slightly warmer sunshine, going back to the cold rain is hard to do.

To my delight, the sun was shining when I left my office around 12:30 for my 4.5 miles. It stayed out for about 2.5 of those 4.5 miles. Then, just as I was realizing I took a wrong turn somewhere in Medina (where, by the way, I saw two cop cars in three blocks ... man that city-neighborhood-thing has a lot of police busy keeping riff-raff out), it started sprinkling. About 5 minutes later, it started raining. Then, just as I was starting the last mile of my run, it started raining sideways.

I felt bad for all the suits that had left their office to walk to lunch sans umbrella and had to return in that downpour, because by the time I was back at my office, I was dripping wet. And cold—it was not a warm rain. That's what our locker rooms with unlimited hot water are for, right?

I did better than my time on Monday, but I think that was a combination of wanting to be out of the rain and the cold weather numbing my knee, which once again hurts. Though not as badly as it did after my Monday run.

Saturday brings seven miles. Bum-bum-buuum.