|"I'm invigorated, Mr. Anderson."|
In reality, actually being outside in the rain is a wet mess. It leads to wet clothes, a messy floor, a dirty car, and sometimes the common cold. Our kid's sports activities are frequently cancelled because nobody wants to be outside in the rain. Ultimately, millions of people check the weather every day in order to plan events around the chance of rain. It's not invigorating, the thought of being outside in the rain.
The thought of running in the rain is also not invigorating. Even though countless posters tell you how amazing and powerful running soaked is, I avoid it if I have to. If it is unavoidable, I have to re-arrange my wardrobe, find an older pair of shoes, and calculate a route with the best drainage. Once you're out there running in the rain, you have to deal with heavy shoes, wet clothes, rain in your face, and more. Not invigorating, this thought.
|"Invigoration, er, freedom!"|
On Memorial Day, JJ and I wake up to prepare for the Amy Thompson 5K. Sadly, our goals are out of view. We spent the last three days playing golf (drinking), cheering on the Royals (drinking), and hanging out (drinking). Oh, and there's a 90% chance of rain. Heavy rain. We have little expectations for ourselves. The plan is to show up, give it our best, get home, and rest.
We park about a half mile away, jog to the starting area, and head for the nearest bathroom. All is well until we step out of the bathroom into a chilling downpour. A cold, windy, fat rain drop, bunch of rain. We take shelter in the nearby pavilion, like many others. Our usual warm-up is out of the question. Two minutes before the race start, we dash out of our shelter into the rain and head for the start line. We step into the corral, wait 20 seconds, then GO!
One mile into the 5K, the already heavy rain picks up even more. These colossal rain drops are big enough to fill all Chuck Noland's coconuts in minutes. Our expectations drop lower and lower. Still, we fight on, as if the invigorating awakening is right around the corner. I keep reaching towards the sky like Dufresne, but nothing. Eventually, I cross the finish line, grab a soggy bagel, (skip the water) and wait for JJ to finish.
JJ crosses the finish line, grabs herself a soggy bagel, (skips the water) and we start jogging toward the car. This event comes and goes in a wet mess. We're both disappointed and soaked. This rare opportunity is foiled by bad timing and Mother Nature. We head home, wondering when another rare opportunity will come along.
Afterwards, at breakfast with my Mother and Dean, I decide to check the results online. First place in my age group with a PR 19:24. I swing over to JJ's age group. Second place with her second fastest time of 24:28. Immediately, we check the website to see if they provide placement medals. They do! Our first earned medals in a public race! It seems Mother Nature weeds down the competition enough for us to squeeze into the winner's circle.
After all the disappointment and Mother Nature's best shot, we exceed our expectations. We might have to rethink our thoughts about running in the rain. Although, I'm not going as far as 'invigorating.'
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