Every Tuesday night, a group of us meet and run. Last night it was raining cats and dogs and 6-7 runners showed up (6PM). No one was complaining about the cold, or being soaked. I was warm in my 5 layers of clothing and sheepskin Ugg boots, and as we talked under umbrellas, I decided not to go. They all took off in good cheer and with headlights and I slunk into the bar and had a Guinness. I felt kinda bad. I know if I’d gone I’d have been exhilarated. Finished my beer and drove home along the coast, wind and water whipping the truck. I knew that if I waited in the bar until they came back, they’d all be bubbling with energy, as happens when you get immersed in the elements, and that would depress me. Why don’t I listen to my own experience, which is that you ALWAYS feel better after doing it. OK, if it’s raining next week I’m going.
Below, the beach in a storm a few days ago.