Rain

I love running in the rain. Living in Portland, that’s a bit of a necessity. The water makes me feel clean, alert, and powerful. There’s no telling where sweat stops and rain starts. Drops of water on my glasses keep my focus short, seeing only what’s in front of me. A casual runner may  opt for a treadmill or skip the run to avoid the rain, but I love it.

The last half marathon I ran was three weeks before I moved from Minnesota to Oregon. It rained the entire day. My fellow racers complained, but I viewed it as an omen that I had made the right decision to move. The rain forced me to focus my thoughts on something bigger than the race. What was I running to? What was I running from? What adventures would I face in this city with so much rain?

I am now less than two months away from my next half marathon. Yesterday I ran eight miles in the rain. I saw only one other runner, and we nodded in solidarity as we passed. Rainy runs are not for the weak of heart.

As it always does, the rain helped me focus. Eight miles means I have only five more miles to train. I am closer to the finish line than I am to the start. The miles will become exponentially more difficult, but I’m feeling strong, disciplined, and ready for the challenge — rain or shine.

Originally published 8/25/13

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