Last night was rainy, but by six this morning it seemed to have stopped. I decided to tempt it and do my cardio outside. I like both the east and west paths equally. The path west has fewer markers to let you know how far you’ve gone, and that’s the direction I went this morning. It was great. There are typically fewer people once you’re past the Downtown area. I’m guessing I was at about 22nd Street when the rain started coming down again. It was time to turn back anyway. I moved my MP3 player from my shirt pocket to my pants. It’s water resistant, but I don’t like to temp the Fates too much. I began the trek to the locker room and the hot shower that awaited me. Around the locks, I pulled my shirt off to wring it out.
Part of me really wanted to complain, but the part that won out was the part that didn’t take it in stride but honestly relished the moment. Six years ago, I wouldn’t have been doing cardio at all. Last year, I’d have been in the gym on a machine. It’s part of a progression in who I am, and getting caught in the rain is part of that. And I had a hot shower, clean towels, and dry clothes waiting for me. I even had a hot breakfast and a steaming hot cup of sumatra. It’s not like I was going to be living in the wet clothes the rest of the day.
One other interesting thing is that if this hadn’t happened, I wouldn’t have a story to tell.
