One of the rainiest runs I have had since this one was a few weeks ago.
I was running home, and not looking forward to it since it was my first run since the Seattle Half Marathon.
It was dark.
When I left my office building a little after 5, the rain had subsided. Phew. Maybe I’d get away with a dry run.
It started raining within 5 minutes and down pouring for a majority of my 5 miles home.
But, unlike other run commutes home, this time I had a friend.
I had noticed that when I left my building, another runner (with a backpack), ran past me. I figured he would peel off eventually and not continue in the same direction as I was going.
That wasn’t the case.
I’ve been running home since July, granted not every single day, and have never seen this man running before. If he was running home, surely I would have run into him before!
At stoplights I would catch up to him, and we kept doing the awkward leap-frog thing. A few times he crossed the street but continued to go north with me. I wanted to make a “Nice weather we’re having, huh!” comment at him whenever we got close enough to each other but he didn’t look like much of a talker.
When I’d see him accidentally jump in a hidden puddle, I would avoid it just to find myself in another puddle. My feet and shoes were soaked. A few times I felt like I couldn’t see because I had so much water in my eyes. But, I was happy to know I was in good company.
About a mile-and-a-half from my apartment, my co-commuter peeled off and headed west into the rainy darkness.
I was relieved to finally be alone.
That last mile felt so long though. I could really feel the rain now that I wasn’t preoccupied with keeping tabs on my fellow runner.
This was my rainiest run commute to date.