What a night!
Four of us running the hills tonight. One of our first (and hardest) winter storms of the season. Forceful rain. Strong wind. At times, wind gusts hit us at 40 mph. The rain hit us sideways. We were drenched to the bone... running 5-1/2 miles up and down hills in the darkest of night.
I am now warm and dry after taking a hot shower. It seems as if this happened at least a week ago, but it was really just a couple of hours ago.
Funny. What happens when you experience a storm.
You either focus on the storm or you don't.
I guess the storm just wasn't my focus.
I remember the run. And it was kinda fun. Yet hard. And I feel happy I didn't allow the storm to deter me. I'm happy there were three others who joined me who thought the same thing. Who laughed their way through the rain and the wind and enjoyed it as much as I did.
I just think I might be a runner now. Ya know? Those types of athletes who push themselves forward regardless of the weather. I did that tonight and it was pretty fun.
I'm so happy I pushed myself past the feelings of "I really don't feel like running the hills in the storm tonight"... to... "I just ran an incredible experience".
It is changing me... everyday.. in small positive steps each part of the way.