i am not a whiner.

...but it's a constant struggle to keep it that way. today it started raining at mile 6.5. I was wearing a mid-weight wool top and knickers and that's it, and when the rain came, the north wind kicked up. Then it hailed a little. At promontory point I had planned to do a 180 and run back home the way I came, but it was really clear that it was too cold, windy, and rainy for that to work. I crossed under LSD into the 'hood and seriously considered calling Ben for a rescue. I was freezing, soaking, miserable.

But there I was in Hyde Park, not knowing any way to get home except via the path, but the wind wasn't quite so bad in the neighborhood, and I had no way to call Ben anyway, and I'd never abandoned a run before, so I thought I'd give it a shot. I just started snaking my way home, not knowing which way would make sense, but just going. I ran through some dicey areas. I was still cold, but around mile 13 it stopped raining and the sky lightened a little. The wind eased off. I kept running, still wet.

The hardest thing was to get over it- to forget about the hail and wind and cold. Even when things got better I was still thinking about what I'd been through, and I needed to just forget it and keep going. I was ok to finish the run, and I did, it was just pretty miserable because I kept thinking about those cold wet miles.

Whatever, it's just a run. 17.6. When I got home I had tasty new recovery beverage and Ben drew me a hot bath and lit probably a dozen candles in the bathroom. Love.