I had my best run of the year last night.
I took off at about 7 PM from a parking lot at Valley Forge National Park (outside Philadelphia, PA, USA) just as a light rain started. It seemed that everyone else was frightened away by the rain and a couple rumbles of thunder. I had the whole park to myself, nearly.
Running in the rain is a delight. It makes 80F feel quite comfortable and reduces the energy required for keeping cool. I do have to take off my glasses, which changes the focus of the experience quite a bit, too.
Feet on wet pavement used to mean hot spots or even blisters back when I was learning to BF. Now a 5 mile run is easy, and I felt like I could have gone on for miles more.
I love the sound of barefooting along, breathing easy with my mouth closed. (...the whole way except to say "Hi!" to the only 2 other people I encountered on the trail.)
As I walked cooling down I had the thought that I need to be aware of what a wonderful thing it is to run at all. I feel like I would do well to try to hold on to the feeling that every run might be my last, and to be deeply grateful to life.
That's what kind of run it was.
I took off at about 7 PM from a parking lot at Valley Forge National Park (outside Philadelphia, PA, USA) just as a light rain started. It seemed that everyone else was frightened away by the rain and a couple rumbles of thunder. I had the whole park to myself, nearly.
Running in the rain is a delight. It makes 80F feel quite comfortable and reduces the energy required for keeping cool. I do have to take off my glasses, which changes the focus of the experience quite a bit, too.
Feet on wet pavement used to mean hot spots or even blisters back when I was learning to BF. Now a 5 mile run is easy, and I felt like I could have gone on for miles more.
I love the sound of barefooting along, breathing easy with my mouth closed. (...the whole way except to say "Hi!" to the only 2 other people I encountered on the trail.)
As I walked cooling down I had the thought that I need to be aware of what a wonderful thing it is to run at all. I feel like I would do well to try to hold on to the feeling that every run might be my last, and to be deeply grateful to life.
That's what kind of run it was.
