More drowned rat look.

Yesterday was crazy.  The first day of school is Monday and it's wild and crazy up at the school.  I worked non stop all day and then had to have a few drinks with a friend to chill out.  I woke up this morning and contemplated quitting running. Ha.....  But I did let myself sleep in a bit.  Then I checked the radar.

It wasn't looking so good.  I thought about running the neighborhood but that sounded so boring and painful. I packed my stuff and headed to the river.

There were a few other crazy people out, so I put my gear on and got out of the car and on my way.  It was raining softly but steadily; more concerning was the intermittent lightning and thunder.  I tried to ignore it.  I rationalized that it was a purplish-pink lightning rather than the whitish-blue type--pink lightning is softer and hurts less, right?  I passed a cyclist and had this crazy thought that I should ask, are we safe out here?

Then I realized how crazy that sounded.  I'm running outside on a trail with lightning around me.  How safe can I be?  I know your chances of getting struck by lightning are pretty slim--how much does the chance go up in a storm?  Not a big storm.  The rain was soft.  Like the lightning.

I turned around and went back toward the bridge, figuring I could either quit and go home and get the miles later or keep on if it seemed to get better.  It did get better.  There was more lightning and thunder from time to time. but it lessened and I felt less crazy.

In the wide open area of Two Rivers Park I saw deer off in the distance.  They were far away but started to run as I passed them, and I counted 8 spread out against the tree line.

So my 12 miles in the storm went fine.  It was cool and sweet outside.