I know. I’m late with beginning week 8. I have been trying to finish two short stories this week and put all my energy in to writing. That’s my excuse. Anyway, the plan for the week looks like this:
5 min warm up, 25 min run, 5 min cool down
Last week was a rainy one. I ran in pouring rain, soaked, my feet encapsulated in wet sponges formerly known as my running shoes. It wasn’t too bad though – I don’t actually mind being out in the rain. A little rain never hurt anyone (except the furballs from Gremlins – 80’s reference anyone?).
I have such good memories of rain: Reading comic books in the attic and listening to the drumming sound of the raindrops on the roof; swimming in a lake during a thunderstorm (dangerous, I know); and seeking shelter with my dad and brother during a bicycle trip. We all squeezed into a tiny maitolaituri, a little wooden roadside shelter built for collecting milk canisters from dairy farms in the mid 1950’s, waiting for the storm to pass. If it hadn’t suddenly rained on that day, I wouldn’t have this wonderful memory of sitting there, thinking that my dad must be a genius for coming up with such a good shelter (I was maybe eight, and very impressed). And if it hadn’t rained last week, I would have probably quickly forgotten all about my last week’s runs too. Now, due to the downpour, they’re soundly stored in the “extreme sports” section in my cerebral cortex, all thanks to the rain. It’s like magic!