Rainy Day running

I got to do one of my favorite things yesterday morning. I got to run in the rain. There aren't to many opportunities to do that in Colorado. We don't typically get many rainy days and usually when it rains there are thunderstorms and lightning in the area so it is too dangerous to be outside. I started my run before 6:00 AM so I guess it was too early for there to be any thunderstorms.

I debated as to whether to take a lightweight jacket with me and decided to at the last moment. That turned out to be a good decision as the light drizzle when I left the car turned into a very steady rain and at times a downpour. By the time I made it back to the car, I was soaking wet and rather cold for the 5th day in June.

I ran through an upscale residential neighborhood, I always wonder what do these people do for a living. How do they afford these houses, what sort of a mortgage payment do they have. I wonder if they even notice the price of gas. Does it matter to them if it is $4.00? When if ever would they feel the pain?

I love the sound of rain, the sound of a rushing water. I have a thing for water.

It is so peaceful this morning. I see no cars on the streets. I just hear my feet strike the pavement. Almost feel like I am close to experiencing the ever elusive runners high.

Running in the rain brings back good memories of many runs in Seattle, trips to Seattle when Kelly was healthy. Running in a good rainstorm in Federal Way the day Marcy and Travis got married. Running on the Burke Gilman trail right behind the Ronald McDonald house during my last trip to Seattle in another rainstorm. I always liked running towards Kelly.

I make it back to the car after running for an hour. I feel exhilarated, I wonder when I will get to run in the rain again.

I feel sad. I miss Kelly.

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