As you've probably figured out by now, I've had a heck of a week. Not a bad week, just filled with many different, mostly happy things that have left little time (and to be honest, little inclination) to blog. I'd say I'll do better this week, but as I've got 4 concerts in the next 7 days, well.... I don't want to make any promises.
So this weekend marked the beginning of week 3 in my 14-week training regimen for the 10km race of the Montreal Marathon. I wasn't able to get out on Saturday, as Phil was away at a kite festival in the Saguenay region all weekend (oh, that and the fact that I'd had about 2.5 hours of sleep on Friday night didn't help either). But after getting the kids ready for bed, I was really anxious to get out there this evening.
When I stepped out onto my front porch tonight, it was just starting to rain. Not a heavy downpour, by any means, but drops were falling, there was no mistaking it. I didn't even hesitate though, I just started running.
Now, I know many of you have this really romantic notion of what it's like to run in the rain, how it'll feel on your skin, mingling with your sweat, how the sound of the raindrops will combine with the sound of your footsteps hitting the pavement, how everything will smell so fresh and green and alive. Well let me tell you: it's all true. It felt great. The rain was cool on my skin, the air was more pristine, and fragrant with growth and life. It didn't last very long, and by the time I was about halfway done, I looked up and there was a rainbow in the sky.
I wish I'd had my camera with me. But then again, I would have had to stop running to get the shot, wouldn't I?
I can't tell you how wonderful it feels to go from "I think I can, I think I can" to "I know I can, I know I can" in 2 short weeks. Or how surprised I feel when I look at myself in the mirror when I'm getting ready to head out, wondering who this sporty chick in my bedroom is. How even adding 5 minutes to your running time (I went from 15 to 20 consecutive minutes of running tonight) feels like reaching the summit of Everest. It's addictive, I tell you. Positively addictive.
Happy Knitting Everyone!