After yesterday's post about rainy-day indoor workouts, I was surprised to have comments from so many of you saying you actually LIKED running in the rain. Getting wet? Weirdos.
But then I found myself desperate to get outside, and take advantage of the much cooler temps here. Yesterday, for my 5pm run, it was 65 degrees--heaven, in my book. So I left everything at home, told myself to run as fast or slow, long or short as I wanted--and loved every second of it:
I think the combination of colder temps, refreshing rain, and leaving everything behind was so wonderful. Here's the note I left hubs before I went out for a run:
That's what I don't like about marathon training the most. With the RLRF plan, every run is a specific workout, pace, length, etc. I miss the days of running just for the fun of it, but yesterday was that day! Here are some things I realized during the run:
-It's definitely true that cooler temps making running much easier. No idea about my actual paces, but I felt like I was flying yesterday. Plus--I never once wanted to stop and walk, which is rare in my book.
-I ran yesterday without water, and I was FINE. Stop the presses--normally I go through my 20 ounce bottle in an hour. I swear I felt lighter without it!
-You can't HELP but smile when you run through mud puddles. The last mile or so I purposely ran through every puddle I could find, and was grinning from ear to ear. LOVED it!
-A run in the rain means you have a great excuse to cuddle up on the couch with a warm meal. I made hubs a slow-cooked meat sauce for his spaghetti, but I topped my GF pasta with broccoli, mozzarella cheese, olive oil, and tons of fresh cracked black pepper:
Do you ever run "naked"? (Without a watch or Garmin?)
Since I got my Garmin, this hardly ever happens. I always want to see my pace, distance, etc. But it felt amazing to just get out there and RUN!
Do you carry water with you on all your runs?
In the summer, I have to. It's too hot not to drink! But in cooler temperatures, maybe I don't need to for runs like this, 7 miles or less. I drank plenty when I got home, though!