Last Saturday, I went to the lake despite weather reports of possible scattered showers. By "scattered showers" they meant, wear your cutest golashes because you're about to get soaked. By mile 4, we'd seen some lightning, but no rain. By the time I climbed Winstead, I was running in a downpour. Swiss Avenue was the worst. Imagine being in your shower fully dressed in your workout clothes while you attempt to run for 4 hours. At some point, I passed pretty Susan coming back from the Hall street turn around. "This is CRAZY. WE ARE CRAZY," I yelled.
I've run in the rain before, but never for four hours. I would never choose it, but I have to tell you that I felt like a total bad ass. 20 miles is pretty amazing, but 20 miles in the pouring rain is something you never forget.
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