Half-marathon training
Week 7, day 4

Raindrops keep falling on my head, but that doesn’t mean my eyes will soon be turning red, crying’s not for me…

(That was my favorite song when I was 3, and the first song I remember knowing all the words to. Hey, it was the early 70s, and I was a dork.) I was kind of happy that it was raining when I went out to do my 8 miles today. After all, it might rain on race day, so it’s good practice, right?

So I just did me some talkin’ to the sun, and I said I didn’t like the way he got things done, sleeping on the job…

Of course by the time we started the drizzle had stopped and we did the first four miles in 99% humidity instead. Ugh! Ran with Holly today, who was nice enough to slow down with me even though she’s a faster runner. And that hill at the end of mile 3 still sucks.

But I’m never going to stop the rain by complainin’…because I’m free, nothin’s worrying me.

The drizzle came back by the time we turned around and the last four miles wasn’t so bad. It’s never as bad going back anyway, because you have to go back to your car so you’re not tempted to quit. Eight miles – DONE!
(Oh, and I used to insist the last line of the song was, “because I’m three, nothin’s worrying me.” Which still works, I think.)