As I watched the black clouds roll in yesterday afternoon I knew I was in for a real treat when it came to running when I got home from work.
Yep, by the time I pulled in the driveway, fat raindrops were splatting against my windshield.
I wasn't about to let a little rain stop me. While I might act like the Wicked Witch of the West at times, a little water wasn't going to make me melt.
I put my running clothes on, promised my Guys they could run with me when the weather was better, and headed out.
Half a mile into the run, the little misty rain turned into a full on downpour. It let up for a while, but by the last mile started back up again.
As I ran through the rain I thought about stopping at two miles, but persevered. Technically, my training should have been a four miler. It's OK, I am happy with the three I managed.
Yep, that's me, a crazy runner who runs in the cold rain!
I missed my morning run AGAIN this morning because of my children. I swear they are plotting against me. It's not supposed to rain tonight which should make it even easier to get out there and run once Hubs gets home from work.
Because I WILL run tonight. Because I am a Badass Runner!