I did my first group training run today. It was a short run; 1 mile warm up, 1.8 mile race, 1 mile cool down. I did the race in 14’20, which is an 8-minute mile pace. I’m pretty happy with that — ya gotta start somewhere. There were 3 people in the group today and I came in 2nd.
On the really cool side I’d gotten about a quarter mile into the race when the heaven’s opened and it started pouring rain.
Not little drops; more like the Forest Service was dumping helicopters full of water on Central Park to put out a fire.
You could see people running for cover everywhere except for some runners. They just started smiling and kept running. And it was infectious. I couldn’t stop grinning for the entire race. I’m still smiling now.
The rain didn’t stop the race, it just cooled me down and helped me run faster. Now if I can just apply that philosophy to the other times when life rains all over me…