Well, in keeping with the theme of new experiences, I had my first run in the rain tonight.
And I feel amazing now…
It’s been sunny all day, and I should have known better than to leave it until after work. But hey-ho, here we are.
The run was miserable.
No, that’s not fair. The actual raining was pretty good. I’ve had a wonderfully calm day, and my anxiety is starting to feel under control. It felt like I was making real progress with my breathing while I was out running.
The rain was f*cking awful.
My running jacket was actually pretty good. my upper body stayed pretty dry, and my phone was absolutely fine. I wouldn’t trust it to run it for an hour, but for tonight’s run it served me well.
I kept to the streets for better visibility, rather than running up on Blackheath, and it was nice having a change of scenery (though, I’ll pick Blackheath or Greenwich park in the day time, any time!).
Okay, now I’m rambling.
The point is: I ran in the rain. It sucked at the time but oh-my-God it feels amazing now.
My lungs have space. For proper breathing.
And I’m cozy with my PJs on.
Here’s to setting goals, working towards them, and feeling the buzz of progress.
We’ve got this.