Once in a while my mind tends to further anthromorphize nature–beyond the concept of “mother”, as in “mother nature.” She can also be a bit of a prankster, as well as a teacher. See, today as I was leaving work I was kind of complaining in my mind about having to do a continuous 6K today. I guess fatigue was just getting to me. As I travelled back to my car, I noticed a lot of clouds on the horizon. All of a sudden I was hoping for a bit of rain so that I had a legitimate excuse to not head up and join the rest of the group. As I drove, the raindrops started to fall. It was by no means a downpour, but the heavens did seem to open up a tiny bit.
See, that’s when my mind started to get into this tug-of-war with itself. The rain wasn’t exactly hard enough to really make a potential run miserable, however it was cold and windy, and I had neglected to pack my running jacket. I just wanted to take a break, but I feared that I would guilt myself for not sticking to schedule. So, anyway, I made a deal with myself. I said that if the rain fell any harder I’d just drive home instead of to the RR. When it approached my street, the rain started falling a little bit harder. It still wasn’t heavy, but still potentially unpleasant. I ended up making a decision. Despite no one being around to really hear me I proclaimed out loud: “OK! I’m bailing!” I didn’t want to risk getting sick, and I didn’t want to risk injury by running on a damp sidewalk. I figured that if it’s bad here, it’ll by much wetter up north where I was headed.
So, I turned the corner and started heading home. As I did, the rain started letting up. By the time I got home, it was down to a sprinkle. As I walked up the stairs, I looked out the window and saw that the sidewalks were bone dry. It’s almost as if mother nature saw my fatigue, toyed with my pride and finally told me to just take a break. Sure, I kind of regret not going, but at the same time, I’m quite glad that I now have this time to rest.
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