I Love A Rainy Night

There was a huge difference between what I wanted to do after work today and what I had to do. I wanted to drink a beer on my couch, eat to-go sushi, and watch tv, but --- as I tell my 5 year old niece, "you don't always get to do what you want to do."

For those of you not in Dallas, it was chilly and rainy all day. Perfect sitting on your couch weather. Not perfect running-after-a-long-day-of-work weather. I called Timmy for an excused absence, but no such luck. His pep talk was solid, but it didn't make me any happier about him being right.

The trick is to not give your brain time to talk you out of it. That might be the secret to most things in my life, actually. I grabbed my old running shoes, put up the hood of my rain jacket, and headed out the door. Once you get over the initial thought --- "It is cold and wet outside. You are about to be cold and wet" --- it isn't so bad. I've been colder (SXSW 10). I've been soaking wet in the rain before (see 20 mile run this summer). Do I want to do it again? Not really. Did I survive? And then some. I don't know when I became the sporty girl who goes on her runs even on a cold, dark, rainy evening, but I like it.