That wasn’t at all the plan, of course, but that’s what happens when Mother Nature decides to get involved in my fitness routine.
When I left The House on the Hill for what will now be forever known as “Run #1”, a light drizzle was falling. That wasn’t a problem because I figured it would keep me cool over the six or so miles I planned to cover.
I always cut up and down side streets at the start of a run, and I had almost two miles on my FitBit when the skies opened and a torrential downpour began to pound the blacktop.
I knew I’d never make it another four miles without either drowning or being washed away, so I shifted gears from a steady, six mile pace to full sprint mode.
Luckily, because of all the side street work, I was only about three-quarters of a mile from home. And I needed to be that close because I have never seen so much rain fall in such a short period of time.
I raced for The House on the Hill, but could not outrun the deep puddles and little rivers that had already formed. My socks and sneakers were soaked. I had to wring out the water from my shirt and shorts. My hat felt ten pounds heavier from all the rain it had absorbed. I couldn’t see because my glasses were covered in raindrops.
I might have looked something like this when I finally reached the safety of my porch…
Now the old Austin would have been fine with that distance, and seen the torrential rain as a sign from the fitness gods that I wasn’t meant to run today.
But I knew that I had more work ahead of me.
So I sat on the front porch and waited out the storm. The rain was relentless, and I knew that I had definitely made the right decision in heading for home.
After about half an hour, the clouds finally ran out of precipitation. I had managed to dry off pretty well in that time, so I stretched a little and hit the road again.
I’d never gone for two runs in the same morning, and I wasn’t sure how to approach it, or how my body would react.
I decided to just run my normal route, and let my body tell me when it was time to turn around and head for home.
It was incredibly satisfying to know that I could get out there twice.
I was pleased with myself for wanting to run a second time because I had every excuse I needed to call it a day once the rains came.
So if you ever need an extra little push to be active, think about the morning I went for two runs…