It's
a little before 4:00 AM, and I'm stumbling around the house like usual, except
more so. Last night’s large quantity of pizza, wine and beer may be a factor. Outside,
there’s a downpour of biblical proportions. A nice, easy, dry twenty-miler on
the treadmill seems to be in order.
Last
night I’d seen the forecast and cancelled plans to run on the towpath with
Christine Orwin and her sister. Despite the prognostication, I had still held
out a tiny bit of hope that I would be able to run outside today. My Medina
friends, Harold Dravenstott, Debbie Scheel, Michelle Wolff and Will Bertemes,
were planning to start at 5:30 AM at Panera. I could join them, or possibly
just run by myself from home. The treadmill would be my last resort.
But
now with the rain coming down this hard, there was no way I would step outside.
I sent a Facebook message to the group: “I’ll be milling around.” And by 4:30,
I’m on the thing, gradually increasing the speed whilst changing channels
before finding a Rick Steves episode.
Did
I ever mention that I hate treadmills? No, I don’t generally like running in rain
either, but which is worse? This would be a good test: would I be able to stay
on the thing for 20 miles, like I used to? The answers to these questions turn
out to be: yes, treadmills and no.
It’s
5:00 AM, and I’m changing channels, looking for anything interesting, when I come
across the one that shows the weather radar 24 x 7. It’s still green (meaning
light rain) in Medina county, but most of the yellow (heavy rain) has moved on.
Maybe I can still join the Medina gang!
I
finish my fifth mile. Thank goodness I was able to get even this far. I clean
up as fast as I can, and hop in the car to drive down to Medina. It’s still
raining, but not so hard. It occurs to me, and this thought is later confirmed
by Michelle, that my message about ‘milling around’ could be a little ambiguous.
At the time I had only meant that I’d be running on the treadmill instead of
joining the group, but it could also be taken to mean that I’ll be there to run
with them.
At
5:30 I pull into the Panera parking lot, and Debbie and Michelle are already there.
Will and Harold join us shortly, and we’re off.
The
light rain is now coming down in buckets once again. The funny thing is, we don’t
mind. Running in the rain really isn’t so bad; it’s usually just getting
started that’s tough. We’re actually having fun, running through puddles and
getting soaked. At some point, you can’t get any wetter.
A couple hours later, I drop the gang off and run out again for a final mile of these fifteen. I was going to get my twenty in today even if it killed me.
But it didn’t. In fact, it was fun.
A couple hours later, I drop the gang off and run out again for a final mile of these fifteen. I was going to get my twenty in today even if it killed me.
But it didn’t. In fact, it was fun.