Run Like You Know The Rain Is Coming, My Pretty

Sometimes, I don’t need much motivation to throw on the Running Toga, lace up my sneakers, and head out for my morning run, Modern Philosophers.

This was one such morning.  I saw the rain clouds slowly moving in, and could hear the Flying Monkeys howling with delight.

Yes, Maine’s Flying Monkey population celebrates every time it rains.  They really did not like their former employer.

And like that green face tyrant, The Wicked Witch of the West, I melt when water pours down upon me.  So, I knew that if I was going to run, I had to leave The House on the Hill as soon as possible.

With the Flying Monkeys giving me air cover, I shot out of the house faster than a tornado roaring down a Kansas road.  Before you could even sing “Ding dong, the couch potato is dead”, I was turning down Eastern Avenue, determined to get back to The House on the Hill before the sky opened.

Because, as you know, there is no place like home.

I should’ve asked The Wizard of Oz for stronger legs or a more powerful set of lungs, because shortly thereafter, I felt like a drunk Munchkin on the Yellow Brick Road.  Eventually, though, I showed that I had a heart as I managed to pick up the pace despite my sore legs and labored breath.

The Flying Monkeys got louder and louder, which I knew meant the storm was almost upon me.  I clicked my heels together three times, which caused me to trip.  I’m still not sure why in the world I did that.

However, I picked myself up, dusted off my Running Toga, and found the last bit of courage I needed to finish my run.

If I only had a brain, I would’ve left The House on the Hill the second I woke up, but silly me decided to stay in bed a little longer to listen to my Toto CD.  Something about that band always gets me pumped up for my Morning Run.

Somehow, I made it back to the shelter of my front porch shortly before the rain.  I was wicked sweaty and felt like someone had dropped a house on me, but I survived.

Of course, the first thing I did was take a shower, so maybe that whole fear of getting rained on was extremely irrational.