Last night, I headed out for another 3 miler, and when I left the house it was cloudy, but it wasn't even drizzling and I hoped to get my run done before the daily rain we've been getting lately rolled in. In the second mile, I could see the black clouds, heavy with rain, approaching, but at that point, there was nothing I could do to avoid them: I had to just hope I could out run the rain. Ha.
Right at the end of my 2nd mile, the skies opened up and POURED. Within seconds, I was completely drenched. You haven't truly experienced rain until you've experienced tropical rain, but if you've seen Forrest Gump, and if you recall how Forrest described rain while he was in Vietnam, then you have a sense of how it can rain here in FL. In this case, it was coming in at me sideways, and as Forrest would say, it was "sting-ing rain."
Again though, I knew there was nothing to do but keep runn-ing (you have to say that like Forrest too). Certainly, that was the fastest way of getting home, so I trudged through the ankle-deep puddles and eventually got myself there. I looked like a drowned rat, completely soaked from head to toe, and my eyes actually hurt and my vision was a little blurry from the rain hitting my eyeballs. But I made it!
Man, I am tough.