I think maybe running in the rain is the worst thing ever.
Aside from a quick (minus a human traffic jam around Comerica Park - I knew the Tigers were on the verge of post-season bliss, but I didn't expect to run into throngs of people around the souvenir shop) three miles around downtown last Wednesday, I haven't run at all since the Women's Half.
The Free Press half marathon is in TWO WEEKS.
I tried to get back on the horse today and was motivated to lace 'em up and run. So, of course, two blocks from home it starts raining. And then about a mile later it starts pouring.
I ducked under an awning for a few minutes and waited for the rain to let up. It didn't. I turned around and ran towards home, running though huge fat raindrops. I couldn't see where I was going and I had to tuck my chin into my chest. I lost my motivation after two miles. I was hoping to get in at least 45 minutes, no matter the distance.
I was completely miserable. I was back in my living room in 22 minutes. I quit.