Now, I love the rain. First, it reminds me of living up North. I miss the crisp air and how green and lush everything was. Second, rain is the perfect excuse to stay in your PJs and drink tea all day long. It's like a free pass to be lazy. (Yes, I know, I'm unemployed, this sounds like everyday around here, but I just don't feel as bad when it's raining.) Third, California really needs the rain and everything will be pretty when the storms pass. Yes, I love rain days.
But.....I hate the rain. First, I can't leave the house because I hate the awkward run/walk to the car and I don't like being cold. Second, I can't run outside. Third, did I mention I hate being cold? Yes, I hate rain days.
Also, the marathon is one month away! Eeks! Now, how am I supposed to get my training in with all this rain? Treadmill, you say? Fine. Yesterday I drove down to Coronado to get some miles in at the gym on base. It sucked. Aside from the gym being 20 minutes away, the treadmills are shit and not so great for someone who gets running injuries all the time. I was so paranoid. Is that my foot hurting? Oh no, it's my 5th metatarsal again? Wait, what's this I feel in my calf, crap! Is your knee okay? Shoot, we should have brought the brace. Crap! And there is such a thing as treadmill tolerance. Once you stop training on one, it feels ridiculous to be on it for any longer than 20 minutes. I'm going to make one last effort tonight. I have 15 miles to run....on a treadmill. Yeah, I can see where this is going.
**EDIT: The weatherman says tomorrow will be dry so I'm pushing back the long run. Thank goodness! I'd rather run 15 miles in the cold and mud than on the DREADmill!
