I love running in the rain.
This morning I woke up at 6:40 (unheard of for most college students!) in hopes of getting a 6 or 7 mile run in before my first class. It would have been pretty hard considering I didn’t get to sleep til about 1 am last night, but I was meeting up with my good friend B- (who is running the Marine Corps Marathon in two weeks!) for the second half. Unfortunately, it tends to be dark at 6:40 in the morning in the fall, a fact that I forgot until I looked outside my window to decide what I was going to wear and saw that it was pitch black and raining. Not really the wisest weather to go running alone in, so I waited til about 7:15 to head out, meaning that I was only able to run about an extra mile before meeting up with B- for an easy 4.5 mile run.
The view of the quad as I left my dorm – sorry for the poor photo quality, my phone is a cheap flip phone without a fancy camera!
Nevertheless, I loved that single, rainy, early-morning mile. The whole campus was quiet, still resting peacefully under the blanket of darkness. As the sky slowly lightened it faded from pitch black to a muted bluish gray, the color of a bruise a couple of days old. The walkways were slick with wet fallen leaves, all shades of orange-yellow-brown, shiny with rain. By the time I reached the front gates to catch up with B-, people were beginning to emerge from their dorms, rainboots slapping softly against the wet brick paths that run across the front of campus. They were subdued, the unfortunate souls with 8 am class. I felt incredibly awake and alive next to them, energized by the rain and my run.