Last week as I left work, a lady asked me why the parking
garage smelled like mold.
I just told her “Because this is WA”.
My brother lived in Tacoma in the late 90’s and has no
sympathy for me. Instead every time I complain, he tells me he “told you so”
and then I have to tell him “Yeah, but I can run year round here”.
It’s circular but it’s ours.
Yesterday was particularly rainy. I got several messages
from runners that they weren’t going to be able to make it. One referred to it
as “too much weather”.
More accurate words were never spoken.
I wasn’t sure if anyone was going to show up. I didn’t blame
them. If I wasn’t in charge I probably wouldn’t have gone either.
Who am I kidding? I would have, if only due to the guilt of
leaving a running buddy alone in the rain.
Luckily I have running buddies that are just like that too! J
We were all laughing by the time we got back. It had rained
the entire time…right up to the end, and then it stopped.
I nearly got hit by a car within the first mile and Karen had
a close call about half way through the run. I swear it’s more dangerous to be
in a cross walk in this town than it would if we ran down the middle of the
road. For a second I thought I might need to be Karen’s back up when the car
nearly hit her.
It was kind of a cross training run. During portions it felt
like we were swimming! Karen and I just busted up laughing as we slogged
through 6 inches of water. Then we squealed like little girls as we scattered to
avoid the gigantic sprays of water from the next 6 cars going by!
The awesome thing about running in the pouring rain
is that at a certain point you can’t get any wetter.