After running 16 miles Friday night (10:30 pm to after midnight), moving furniture on Sunday, and a 9 mile speed workout in the blistering heat yesterday, I was ready for a recovery run. And shazam, my plan called for one today. So after a hectic day at work, I flew home and got Mason to take him to swim.
I had high hopes for a peaceful, UNEVENTFUL run. And for about 3.5 miles of the 4 miles, that is what I had. And then lightning struck (literally) and the bottom dropped. I picked up my pace, hurried back to the truck, and basically jumped in rain, mud and all. No stretching. No easy finish. No drying off.
Now I am just sitting here like a wet dog looking at the rain. What a lovely end to the day.