Rain was in the forecast for Wednesday, so I adjusted my
weekly Monday/Wednesday trail running schedule to Tuesday/Thursday for this
past week. God has an interesting sense
of humor, as the rain on Wednesday ended up being a light drizzle and the rain showers
arrived on Thursday instead. This was
the third time in the last month that I had the pleasure of running in a steady
rain.
I love running in 100 degree heat, 35 degree cold, or
pouring rain. Well, to be honest, I like
the challenge of running in the heat, but struggle on longer runs, and I hate
the cold and rain. I do, however, love
the heat, cold, and rain because the trails are empty under these conditions,
enabling a more serene and peaceful running experience.
As I approached the trailhead to the Pleasanton Ridge, I
smiled as I saw the fog blanketing the ridgeline. It was going to be fun. I ascended the east-facing side of the ridge
slowly, being gentle on my healing Achilles and careful not to slip on the
slick clay. Within a mile, I was in the
fog, which got thicker as I approached the ridgeline. It was a zen-like experience. The fog clouded my vision, but the serenity
cleared my mind. I was treated to the
soothing symphony of the rhythmic pattering of rain and the gentle rustling of
leaves, as the wind passed through the trees.
I focused on nothing, but the relaxed breaths of air quietly entering
and exiting my body; my mind interrupted only by the occasional California Newt
wandering the trail. I finished the run
wet, cold, and entirely relaxed.
Saturday’s weather forecast calls for rain showers -- 70%
chance by 7 AM and 90% by 8 AM. It’s
going to be another fun one…
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