Running in the rain
Teardrops caressing my face
The morning is sad
(I actually like haiku. What I don't like is the abuse of the haiku sensibility. I have no illusions that the above is a good haiku, but it is what I wrote in my head as I walked home from my run, and I always write down what I think up during my runs.)
I ran this morning. I usually don't run two days in a row out of respect for my knees, but today I just felt like it. I got the Nike + iPod attachment for my Nano and I love it. I can't believe I've teched-out my running. I ran two miles yesterday, but since I set it for a 30 minute run, I didn't finish the set workout. Bah. Truth be told, that's why I ran today -- I wanted to finish something, damn it! So I set out, running up to the track instead of walking as I normally do. It was lightly misting when I left, but mist had turned to rain by the time I got to the track. I knew I should have worn my contacts, or at least a headband to keep my hair out of my face. It's hard for me to run in the rain because it's as if I can feel every raindrop pelting me, so until I am wet enough to mitigate that feeling, it's very distracting. Fortunately (or unfortunately, perhaps), it was raining hard enough that I wasn't distracted for long. The workout program tells you when you have 400 meters to go, then announces each 100 meter mark until you finish, congratulating you and relaying your time, distance and pace. I reset it for another mile, planning on running that far and then walking a lap to calibrate the walking workout function. No dice, though, as my iPod ran out of juice about a half-mile in. Yes, I could have kept running, but the dead iPod, the steady rain and the cold wind were just a little too much, so I headed home. It wasn't a bad run, just uncomfortable and not as far as I'd hoped,
but considering I normally wouldn't have run, I'm not complaining.