It's been quite rainy the past few days. But I don't mind the rain. Rain makes the grass grow so our cows can eat. It makes the crops grow that make the feed that feeds our cows that help feed the world. And it makes the flowers pretty. :)
It does, however, make for tough workout scheduling. I don't really even mind to bike or run in the rain. So long as its that biking and running appropriate rain. That is, more like a steady drizzle or light rainfall. Downpours, thunderstorms and other sorts of events that bring water from the sky, I'll pass on running or biking in the rain. There's really just no sense it. That's why they say, "she don't have sense enough to come in from the rain," silly.
Yesterday we had lots of thunderstorms. Dark skies, loud thunder, heavy rain, etc. The sky cleared up right above my office for a bit and I decided to risk it, even though the sky in both directions looked ugly. I ran 3.2 miles (maybe a little more) and tried to run fairly hard. And it was hard. Because of the storms there was pretty much no one else on the trail. When I was about at the finish, two men came barreling down the trail from behind me and passed me like I was moon walking backwards. They, however, looked as if they were just out for a Sunday stroll. Their 6-foot-something frames, slender build and feet as steady as a horse told me that they did this running thing quite a bit.
I planned to go swim after I ran but the pool was still closed due to the storms. And as soon as I got back in my car at the pool, it came another rat-drowning downpour. Close call.
Today the rain continued. I had to plan ahead because I was hosting small group at my house tonight and still had to get dinner ready for the group. I left the office a little early and it was pouring the rain. The rain drops were gigantic. I was drenched from head to toe before I got myself, my purse, and my laptop safely in my car - which was parked about 10 feet from my office door. I was leaving the office later than I had hoped, barrels of water were falling from the sky and I still had to get dinner ready for small group. And make my bed before company arrived. Ssshh! But after seriously considering skipping a workout today, I puffed my chest out and said, "No my dear. You're Going to workout!"
I went to the gym. Uugh. That place with so many machines I can't count them all. The place with super-fit people doing things that look like they're in a lot of pain. That place where there are trainers walking around with clients from machine to mats to pully-things. That place where obnoxious people wear their curled, flowing hair down and touch up their makeup while they "workout." That place where guys pumping iron take pictures of themselves in the mirror. (Seriously guys?) And Worst of all..... that place where the trainers, the super-fit people, the girls with their hair down, the guys pumping iron ..... are Friendly! WHhhaaat?! Don't speak to me! It scares me! Don't tell me to let you know if I need help with anything you nice gym-owner man! Gosh!!!! Don't smile at me cute girl with your hair curled when you're getting off the treadmill! Don't move your gym equipment out of my way trainer man! Don't Do It!
Why am I petrified of these people?! I have no idea. I always dread the gym. I have to see People! That are nice to me. It's horrifying. I know, I know. I'm working on it.
Regardless, I got it a pretty good workout. I lifted weights for a bit with the good ole' fashioned hand weights. 'Cause I'm scared of everything else. And then I did a hill-interval workout on the elliptical for half an hour. None of that left me time to shower before small group but that's okay. 'Cause that's how we Christians are. Come hungry, come thirsty, come dirty, come poor. Receive love. And sloppy joe's (tonight anyhow).
Another hump day down! And a long weekend coming! Enjoy loves!
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