"SO YOU RUN DOWN TO THE SAFETY OF THE TOWN"

I ran the Y-Me 5k Race this morning with Dondi. We did it in a very respectable time, especially considering the wind was whipping around in every direction and the rain was cold and plentiful and, uh, felt like it was coming in horizontally. I got home and my running pants were soaked except for the fabric crease at the bottom fold of my buttcheeks, my socks were wring-out-able, my shoes squished, my hat dripped, my sports bra was soaked, my tank top was soaked, my t-shirt was soaked, my long-sleeve was soaked and my fleece hoodie was soaked. Gross. Really quite a glamorous sight, I'm sure. But it was worth every minute. Dondi's husband met us at the finish line with dry towels and a ride home. I left a butt print in my seat in their car-- we were that soaked!

Still, it was a good run and the sort that slow and steady counted for everything, I felt. And, there is a good feeling about getting up early, expending some real energy and being back home, warm and showered in time to eat a second breakfast. I think I'd like to resolve to get up earlier every morning. That'd be nice.