Well That Was Different

I've run in the rain before. I don't run in thunderstorms with lightning because that will get you killed, but I'll run in a gentle drizzle. All night it rained. I don't know how much, but I'm thinking about two inches. It gave us a gentle soaking which we needed. There shouldn't be a huge amount of runoff like we get with the torrential downpours.

After I got out there though, the rain increased. It was really pouring. I felt like a hardcore athlete. At one point it was raining so hard I was having a hard time seeing. I need to get a baseball cap to keep the rain out of my eyes. I had my iPod wrapped in a shopping bag. I ran in a t-shirt and shorts which when I got home were dripping like I had jumped in the shower.

I did a different route as well. I mapped it on mapmyrun and it was 3.15 miles. I didn't run all of that, but I'm getting closer to running the whole thing. Tomorrow early am I'm going to head out to the West Orange Trail and do a brick. I'll just shoot for the 25 minutes without stopping and then ride out to the Killarney Station. I think it's about a 40 mile round trip. I'll shoot for 18 mile per hour average.

I'm still riding my Marin hybrid. Since I shattered my wrist last Thanksgiving, it has healed, but I'm still not ready to use my Felt with the aero bars. It hurts to rest my weight on my forearm for longer than a couple of minutes. And after that fall, I'm not eager to take a spill with the clip-on pedals. My surgeon considers my wrist his work of art and would not be happy if I screwed it up.