I went for my run yesterday evening – even though it was raining.
I was so very impressed with my discipline, until I stepped outside and it was really, really raining! But once I was mildly soaked I began enjoying it. There was something quite lovely about just running through the rain for the sake of running, and not in order to get out of it under a shelter.
I felt the rain on my face and somehow felt so much closer to it.
I tried to avoid the pitying looks of drivers in their warm and dry cars, who probably thought I was some sort of exercise maniac – thanks, I’m not, I’m just enjoying the rain on my face.
The whole thing almost had a romantic-comedy kind of feel to it. Like I should get a great reward at the end of it. Like finally, completely soaked, meeting my one true love. Like in the films.
But seeing that I am lucky enough to have already done that, I settled for a hot shower and ice cream. The hot shower became even more appealing than the ice cream as I got wet and wetter, who’d have thought?
Should I mention that I later finished the whole ice cream tub all by myself? Maybe not…
This week, I hope you will get a chance to feel the rain on your face and savour it, and treat yourself to something special every now and then..