I didn’t like yesterday’s post, so I’m starting fresh, backtracking a bit, and going in a whole new direction. (The Day 17 post was a photo of me and my family, but I didn’t take well to that one, to be honest. It felt forced.)
But, I had an adventure today.
For the last six weeks, Amy and I have been doing a running program. We’re up to 12 minutes of running and one minute of walking. Today, since Amy had a work obligation, I flew solo and went over to the Orting trail (the site of a previous dog attack, fyi).
When I left work, there was a light mist. By the time I reached the trailhead, the drops were larger, the wind had picked up, and I knew I was in for a bumpy 44 minutes of exercise. Within a half mile, the rain started pouring down. About a mile in, I braved the sideways rain long enough to see a bum camp in the woods a few hundred feet off the trail. Great. A bum camp.
Now, I’m a liberal gal and I know the homeless are often plagued by mental illness and need support and help. I also know that mentally ill people are more apt to hit chubby joggers in the head with rocks and rummage their pockets for cash. So, I was a bit apprehensive. In spite of rain and potentially rock-wielding bums, I forged on.
By the time I hit my second 12-minute running interval, I was absolutely soaked. My pants were falling down because the cuffs were so heavy with rain, the poor elastic was strained. The runoff from my water resistant (notice it’s not water repellent) jacket was streaming down my buttcrack. My shoes were sloshing. I was absolutely miserable. Frozen and miserable. And I still had a few miles to go back to my car.
At about this time, a bicycle came screaming out of the woods, from the direction of the bum camps. A poncho-wearing man with no lower teeth flew past me, yelling, “Nice day to be outside, eh?” Seeing his lower gums flash below the hood of the soaked poncho sent me into hysterics. I was laughing like a nut, amused at the sight of the man riding quickly past me and the ridiculousness of attempting to jog in one of the crappiest afternoons in recent memory.
By the time I made it back to my car, I was exhausted, suffering hypothermia, and desperate for a sunny day. And yet I sit here with ice on my knee and rain still pouring against the windows.
Springtime in Washington, eh? Nice day to be outside!