In case you haven't figured it out, we ran 28Km in the piss-pouring rain. Why would you do that on purpose you ask? Here's a little insight into Jessica and I and how we bargain with and enable each other in ridiculous ways.
FRIDAY (all via text message)
Jessica: We need a plan for our run. Saturday? Sunday?
Sunday is warmer, maybe raining
Saturday is colder with flurries
Sunday afternoon looks to be 8 degrees an sunny
I have not replied yet but can you see the selling already starting from my running mate who hates cold and winter?
Me: I would rather run in the morning.
( Challenge : This does not work well for Saturday unless we run wicked early in the cold, as one of the kiddos has a swim test that I'd like to be there for)
Jessica: me tooo. But.......8 degrees......and sunny! It's like a dream ha ha. (notice the layering of the sales shtick)
Me: It would be nice but what if it's raining?
Courtesy of the handy dandy weather app my techno savvy mate has she sends me ..........
Jessica: It appears that it will rain from 3am - 9am Sunday ( selling not only time but a lack of rain)
If we run @ 7am on Saturday it will be -10 before windchill ( remember, she hates winter)
Knowing that I can make my chum happy , and that I know how this will work best, I give back:
Me: How about we stick with our original plan of running Sunday, we start at 9am and take whatever comes at us.
And ta-daa there you have it how we ended up with a Sunday run.
Here's how that went:
Woke up to rain, not surprising since it was on the weather app and we knew it was supposed to stop by 9:00am. (This did not end up being the case)
Pulled everything together for a soggy run including a change of dry clothes, recovery snack and a towel. Made the drive to our trusty Running Room where we were meeting another one of our running friends who was going to join us for 16km of our run. Upon arriving she looked at me and said "are we really running in this?" To which I answered with "if you paid for a race entry and on race day it rained, would you run?" Nuff said. Off we go.
Now yes, we knew it was raining, and yes we knew it was going to be challenging to get through 28Km in said rain but I cannot begin to tell you the level of effort it took when after 9Km we were so soaking wet that it no longer mattered which layer of slush or puddle we ran through just as long as we could keep going.
We began to talk of how great it would be if one of the crazy husbands could meet us at 15km with dry clothes. Or what the possibility would be of one of them driving along side us with a portable heater or golf umbrella. We debated running to a local gym and taking up 2 dreadmills for the remainder of our run but knew this was not realistic. I think each of us was silentlymaking deals with the devil about the swapping of souls for the stopping of rain. When this didn't work, we cursed Mother Nature, loudly and frequently.
When all was said and done, we were cold, wet, and sore from all the dodging of puddles and slush but, we did it. Just as we always do, with humour and determination. Oh and let us not forget the ever important LATTE LATTE LATTE!
Long may we run,