Last night, Hilary and I decided to do some extra training for our upcoming Seek the Peak race on June 15th. Fun fact – Hilary & I actually met at STP in 2011, and have been friends ever since – often doing the Grind together, as well as I’ve rubber armed Hilary into some road races (what was I thinking…) and a wee bit of trail running.
We parked at the Cleveland Dam, and just as we got there, the skies opened up, and it began to rain cats, dogs, elephants! It was gross. We headed down the stairs for approx 1 km, turned around came back up the route we’ll be taking on June 15, going past the dam, and running up the side of Nancy Greene Way. Within minutes of starting, we were drenched. We put our heads down, ran the hill, and laughed at the fact that the road was literally a river of flowing water. We contemplated calling Momma, who’d driven the car up the was starting the hike ahead of us, to bail to sit in Starbucks and have lattes. Sigh…what a nice idea… But, Momma doesn’t hike with her phone, and we were already wet, so might as well keep going!
As we started the Grind, Hilary turns to me and says “I will forever associate torrential downpour and exercise with you!”
I had to laugh because in my head, I’ve always been a bit of a fair weather runner, or a wimp when it comes to getting outside in complete nastiness. But then I started thinking, and realized that that’s not the case anymore. I used to always turn down running invitations when it was raining, let alone RAINING, and now, I almost never bail on training plans, and just get out there and get it done, no matter what the weather gods have in store.
Well, shit. When did I become so hardcore??