As I kissed her goodbye, I told her I was going to be doing a seven mile run, and learn what today's writing was going to be about. This is often my intent on a weekend run. Weekends are about the only time I have to write any more, and I never even know the subject until the fluidity of the run takes hold, and my stresses melt away as my stride lengthens. Then, the topic comes, and I mold the thoughts in my head as the miles accumulate. When I left the house this morning, it was still dark, and there was a light mist falling.
Rain is the kind of thing that often keeps people from a run, and that's too bad.
If you have been caught half way through a run when the rain started, you discovered that you get wet, but you don't melt, and it really isn't so bad after all. You're only going to take a shower when you're done anyway. So the run was started, and today's topic started to form in my mind. Sometimes, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. As long as it was raining, I started to think about how, sometimes, when I run in the rain, I zone so completely that I am not even aware of the rain that is falling.