Last week it rained for a few days straight. Nothing major, just lots of rain.
Contrary to most people’s opinion, I actually enjoy the rain. I see no point in complaining about the weather, since there is no possible way to control it. So I simply choose to love all types of weather, rather than blaming my mood on it.
While others sit around and sulk about a rainy day, I turn it around to work in my benefit. Usually I turn a rainy day into an opportunity to get stuff done around the house such as housecleaning, decluttering, or extra writing. Last week I chose a slightly different path and decided to go for a run.
As long as it’s not a lightning storm, running in the rain is perfectly safe. It’s just water. Once you’re wet, you’re wet. The only thing you need to worry about is being aware of your steps, so you don’t slip and injure yourself. Other than that, it’s pure joy. I also suggest wearing a waterproof type shoe to prevent blisters from wet feet. I wear the New Balance Minumus Trail, without socks so that the water can drain from my shoe as I run.
The feeling of running in the rain is pure joy. It’s like being a kid again, stomping in mud puddles. Somehow, as we grew up, we lost that childlike enjoyment of playing in the rain. We think we are too “mature” or something. We act as if the rain is a poison and get upset if a few drops get on our shirt. It’s pretty ridiculous if you think about it.
It isn’t until I went for a run in a downpour until I stumbled upon the realization of just how fun rain could actually be. I ran about 6 miles that day, but it felt just like a jog around the block. Normally, during a run, I will get in the zone, but in the rain I completely lost myself. It felt as if I was in a trance. A soaking wet trance. It was awesome.
From now on, I will see rain storms as an opportunity instead of an excuse to be in a depressed mood. The people that pass by me in their vehicles may see me as some crazy idiot, but I will be lost in complete childlike ecstasy, without a care in the world.