Sometimes life sends you lemons and sometimes it sends you rain.
However, there is a reason there are weathermen...and running hats...and treadmills.
We got done with school early and I thought I'd snatch up the opportunity to run the trail; my most favorite place on earth to be. There's something so refreshing about this place. It was slightly misting when I dropped the kiddos off at the Y, but I didn't think it would be a big deal. Boy was I wrong and by the time I reached 1 mile, I was drenched.
This is definitely not the first picture I had imagined on posting, but I just had to document the craziness I got myself into.
It only got worse from here.
The rain got harder and harder and was pouring so hard that I couldn't see. I thought it would get better once I was under the trees, but it didn't. I have never been so soaked in my entire life; like puddles in my shoes and shorts and bra.
I kept thinking that I should be thinking, "This rain is an awesome reminder of Christ's love poured down on me and his provision of grace."
But I wasn't.
I was thinking about was how not refreshing this supposed-to-be-refreshing run was. I was thinking about how embarrassing it was going to be to traipse through the Y, dripping water everywhere, with squeaking shoes. I was thinking about how those 4 wet miles better have made a difference somehow and most of all, I was thinking, "Note to self: always have a running hat and change of clothes in the car!"
When I picked the kids up, they asked with raised eyebrows, "Is that sweat or rain?" I guess I should be thankful it wasn't all sweat or I would have STUNK!
Life sent me rain and what did I do? I still ran. Perhaps that run increased my speed a little or maybe it made me tougher. Or maybe it was just something crazy that normal people would have opted for a dry treadmill. Regardless, this is what fitness is to me...running when I don't want to; when the weather is not perfect and when I can't see the end of my 'to-do' list and when it would be easier to be sippin' that 3rd cup of coffee. It's hard work and a sacrifice, but always worth it.