My journey as a long distance runner who started the sport later in life.
It was a dark and stormy night. As if. It was a misty night around dusk when I set out for my run. I checked the rain before I left and it was heavy enough to warrant putting a baggie on my phone. I don’t have to start my run in the rain that often in Monterrey, so I delighted in the opportunity to embrace the elements and do some of what it is to be a “crazy runner lady.”
I jogged on a winding road, looking at familiar houses beside the river; the same ones I have been looking at since my childhood. There are a few new developments ensconced almost out of view, but not much else has changed along that route. I’ve always felt that that side of town, with the river so close to where one could live, was a little bit magical. How lucky they are to have a house right beside a beautiful river!
It was dark enough that I could see inside the houses. Every single TV was on. How much human capital is locked up in watching TV each night? What could the human race accomplish if each and every household opted out of TV and used their talents and skills in a more creative way? I shudder to think of all of the missed opportunities and accomplishments. No doubt some of them were looking out at me thinking that I was spending my time in a strange way, too.
The thing about running in the rain is, you are only going to get wetter if you slow down, so my pace was zippy by my own standards. I did take walk breaks; I really don’t think it makes a huge difference in the end, and I prefer to drink my water whilst walking so as to avoid choking on it. It was a little over 6K all in, and it never stopped raining, it only got heavier. Soaked and elated by the end, but also sporting a spontaneous bum hip, I ambled into the protection of the residence walkway. So happy to have run in the rain!