I will not complain about the rain.
God knows, we absolutely need it, what with the whole massive drought thing and everything. They've been predicting all-day rain off and on since about August, but today is the first time that it really lived up to the weatherman's hype.
What I really wanted this morning was a nice easy 5-miler, but when my alarm went off this morning, two things went wrong. First, I forgot to check the volume level of the phone before I went to sleep last night, so instead of a nice, gentle song to wake me up, I had guitar blasting in my ear. It took me three tries to figure out what was making the noise, and many more than that to make it stop. The ensuing silence was more than welcome.
But then I heard a different sound. Rain. Desperately needed, but ill-timed rain. And I knew it was going to be cold.
For the last couple weeks, I've been fending off a bit of sickness, so I made the wise (if not easiest) decision that spending half an hour in cold rain wouldn't be the best idea. I thought that maybe I would go a little later, but it really hasn't stopped all day. Which is great, but not for the running.
Today is a day when it would be great to have a treadmill. For all the many, many reasons that I love my house, the one (and so far only) thing I miss about my apartment complex is the lack of a gym. Sure, I could spend money on a gym membership, but I would only use it on days like today (and in those equally discouraging days of incredible heat that I've been writing about). So the next option becomes setting up some sort of gym in my house, but even then, I won't have a treadmill. For one thing, there's nowhere to put it. For another, well, I don't want one. I want to be able to run outside, and perhaps if I wasn't sick, I might have done that today.