Okay, what’s the point?
I ran 16 this morning here in Little Rock, and I normally don’t run in the rain but I’m pressed for time in marathon training and this storm down here is dug in like a tick.
We are located on this fringe of battle between an ice storm and warm weather rain storm. Its just set up battle headquarters in Little Rock. On the left, is ice. On the right and everywhere else, its pouring rain. It has not stopped raining for 2 days.
I have decreed this year, NO TREADMILL!
So, I have no choice.
I know in the back of my mind hardcores run in pouring rain. I must try this, I said to myself. I have not tried this experience and the way I figure it, if I’m going to join the club of hardcores, I’ve got to do this, I need to RUN REALLY LONG IN POURING ASS RAIN!
I’ve run in the snow and sleet, but this, THIS, running in the pouring rain, HAS TO BE DONE.
Checking the weather channel, waiting on small gaps in the deluge on the radar—now this right here is stupid because its not like I’m a weather expert. Nonetheless, heck the radar, and I see this freaking gap in the radar, it stops raining and starts sprinkling, so I head out the door intending to run 16 miles.
As per usual, the little break in the rain was just a vicious lie to trap me into a pouring rain situation. Let’s sprinkle on his ass at first and then when he gets into the run, let’s just pour down on his ass.
I’ve got 3 layers of clothes on, with a rain jacket on top of a dri-fit top. It wasn’t so bad the first five miles. In fact, I was surprised just how easy this was. I said to myself, I am soaking wet, but this isn’t THAT BAD!
You have to not smash the puddles and get water in your shoes, that’s a big thing. Once that water completely invades the shoe, its blister city. In fact, I’d say that’s rule number one in running in the rain. Keep your feet up and away from puddles.
And don’t bust your ass.
But a quite unforeseen circumstance appeared. Although concerned about freezing to death at first, I start getting hot and I look at my heart rate and its zooming out of control. I had not foreseen this. No sir. Not at all.
It felt like August 18th, 103 degrees.
The rain jacket was just keeping all of the heat in and I was burning up. You don’t think that, if you are an ignorant f&*cking runner like me, when the rain feels cold hitting your face and legs.
So, I did an even more retarded thing, I slowed down and turned around and basically what happened the rest of the 8 miles was that I froze to death on the way back. It goes like this. You got hot, then you get very cold, if you don’t know what you are doing.
Get in the car and it looked like I just dove into a swimming pool and whalla, here I am at the car. My hands and body were so cold I couldn’t move my jaw.
Now my shoes are ruined, most likely. Once you wash shoes, or get them wet, they just aren’t the same. Ever.
Live and learn. Don’t wear a bunch of shit running in the rain, and keep a moderate pace, so as not to overheat.