I awoke this morning to the sound of rain on the roof. Having lived my entire life in the Pacific Northwest, I’m used to waking up to the sound of rain. I snuggled deeper into my blankets, letting the sound lull me in my cocoon. It was lovely – until I realized I needed to get out and put in my four miles. Four miles in the rain. Four miles in the dark.
One of the benefits (if you can call it that) of having this 1200-mile goal for the year is I don’t want to miss a day. I don’t want to fall behind in my mileage. If I wasn’t participating in this 1200-mile challenge, I probably would have settled back in to bed and listened to the rain. Or, I might have been really ambitious – I might have actually gotten out of bed to sit snuggled by the window with my coffee while watching the rain come down. But, no, I didn’t do either of those. Instead, I got up, put on my rain clothes and headed out the door into the predawn darkness.
It wasn’t just wet; I soon realized it was colder than I had expected. I hadn’t brought gloves and my hands were soon wet and frigid. I was wearing a baseball cap to keep the rain off my face, but it was raining too hard for that to be very effective. I wasn’t sure if the moisture dripping off my nose was rain or snot.
The trail I walk on is a well used trail, but I didn’t meet any other walkers or runners this morning in the dark and with the rain coming down hard. I did see four other people standing outside, in the dark, in the rain, but they weren’t out for exercise. Each of them was outside for a cigarette break! Really?? I had to pull my butt out of bed to force myself outside for reasons of health and fitness and here these folks were standing outside, in the rain, to smoke a cigarette? Unbelievable!
I normally do an out and back and then head out again for a shorter out and back to get in my four miles. Like a horse that heads back to the barn too quickly, I knew I couldn’t tempt myself with a return to the house until the full four miles was done, so I had to plan my route to take me far enough away to make it less likely I’d cut the walk short. As I walked, I thought about what I’d write for this blog and the blog became a motivator. After all, it wouldn’t do to write about walking four miles in the rain if I didn’t actually finish the four miles.
According to the nursery rhyme, it’s raining, it’s pouring, the old man is snoring. Not for me! My version: It’s raining, it’s pouring, my mileage is soaring.