After an angry, emotional run and a rest day, I was ready to start afresh. No better day for it. Slow, beautiful, cool, steady rain.
Savannah summers do not see a lot of these days. It is either overwhelmingly hot or violently stormy (or both). I took the opportunity.
During my warm up, I started to feel that small creeping fear.
Should I be running today? What if I get injured? Can I recover AGAIN and make it to the marathon?
Then I passed a woman whose name I do not know, but I do know that she lives nearby, she runs fast, and she runs long. She is also older than me.
If I had seen her yesterday in my angry state — I would have been that much more angry. But not today.
She gave me a giant smile. I don’t think she had seen another runner all day.
I asked her how many miles she had completed.
I came out of my microscopic view.
It’s okay if I get injured and I’m out for two months.
It’s okay if I miss my marathon goal time, or even miss the entire race.
Running is a life sport.
And more than I want to run a 4.5 hour marathon… 20-30 years from now, I want to run 12 miles on a Monday in the rain.
I continued my run without GPS tracking, without pace timers, and without all the pressure I’ve put on myself to do great things, fast things, all the things.
I just ran in the rain.
Because I like running.
Pro tip: Before you go run in the rain, leave a towel by the door. …lesson learned.