Thursday, April 23, 2009
When it rains, it really does pour
I've pretty much given up running (although I'm a big fan) for other kinds of workouts, simply because it started to hurt my knees a while back. When I was in highschool, I would run down the street and out into nearby farmland with beautiful trees and green pastures. It was so wonderful, being away from everything and being able to just run. It's the only sport where I don't have to be coordinated (and trust me, I'm not), and all I need are a pair of good running shoes. Anyway, I miss it. Yesterday Eric and I decided to pop out of the house and go for a run in the afternoon. It was a beautiful morning, but of course the moment we stepped outside it started to rain. "Should we bag it?" I asked Eric. He replied that if things got worse we could always turn around, so off we went. Not only did things get worse, but the rain got really bad, and the wind picked up. But once we were wet, we were wet, and we kept on going. It was such a liberating feeling, and when we got home it made me miss my runs even more. My knees, however, were feeling the pain, so I'll probably have wait awhile until my next excursion. Oh, to be young again!