I haven’t written lately because I’ve been so stressed out. Everything feels like a struggle lately, and I’ve been having more days than usual where I just don’t want to get out of bed. However, I always manage to get up on my running days, even when I don’t feel like it. There’s just something about not going that feels wrong. It’s not even “guilt” per se; it’s just such a part of me.

That said, I wasn’t going to let 3 solid days of rain stop me from running. Even my running friends thought I was crazy for going out, but it was 58 degrees; it was not cold. I love a good rainy run, more in the summer, but I’ll do them all year. There’s just something magical about it. Everything looks different with puddles all over and the street lights reflecting off the road. I don’t use headphones when it rains. I like to listen to the sound of the rain falling and my footsteps on the road. I take in the feel of every raindrop as it hits my skin. Even the cold gush of water flowing into my shoe isn’t so bad. It’s really a zen experience, and I look forward to days I can get lost in that.