Today I ran six miles in rain and ice pellets.
Bugman gamely offered to go with me, bless him, but I told him he really didn’t have to, so he begged off (and did the dishes while I was gone! ♥).
When I left the house, it was about 35 degrees, with the wind out of the northeast at 38 mph, gusting to 47, with a light rain. As they say, there is no bad weather – just bad clothing. I was actually pretty comfortable … until the ice pellets started falling. Ow.
“WHY?!??” you may be thinking. “Why in the world would anyone go for a 6-mile run in weather like that?!??”
I give you:
KATIE’S TOP 10 REASONS TO RUN 6 MILES IN RAIN, WIND, AND ICE PELLETS:
- It’ll give me something to blog about.
- According to the weather forecast, it’s only going to get worse. Might as well get the run over with.
- It’s better than the dreadmill at the gym.
- You’ll be the only person to appreciate that flock of sandhill cranes calling as they fly east along the river.
- You can be the first person to detect the ice pellets and make a report through the PING Project.
- Everybody will think you’re badass.
- You can burn off that half-bag of 50% off Easter peanut M&Ms you snarfed, or crack open a well-deserved Cornstalker.
- No need to sweat – the rain soaking through your clothing will cool you off very efficiently.
- You can test out your bad-weather clothing. What if you get similar weather during the race you plan to run? How else will you know what to wear?
- When you haven’t seen real rain in about 8 months, it feels really good to get out in it.
Regarding #9, here’s what I wore to stay relatively comfortable during my 72-minute run:
- runners ballcap – the brim kept the rain out of my eyes and, when tilted at a crazy angle to deflect the wind, kept the ice pellets from stinging my face
- fleece earband
- My thickest running pants (usually reserved for subzero temperatures)
- My thickest zipneck running shirt (again, usually reserved for subzero temperatures)
- Thin windshell jacket
- Smartwool socks
- 180 glomits – my favorite piece of running gear ever (gloves with a windproof mitten shell and breathable palm)
- el cheapo sandwich bag to keep my iPhone dry (the touchscreen still works through the plastic)
By the time I was done, there was a coating of ice on my ballcap brim and I was carrying about 5 extra pounds of water in my clothing, but I was not frozen.
I must send out a fist bump to the drivers on West Overland who moved over when they saw me running towards them so I wouldn’t have to squash into the mud, and also to the driver on 20th Street who stopped to let me cross.
I guess that would be an addition to my top 10 list – courteous drivers who yield to sopping-wet, crazy runners.
Copyright 2012 by Katie Bradshaw