best
I just had the best run of the year. I didn't run particularly far. I actually turned around early. I didn't run particularly fast. It was actually slower than yesterday. But on my run this morning, I got caught. in the rain! Let me explain. I've been running since May, four to six days a week, in the morning. And only once - all summer long - did rain prevent me from running during my desired time. So this morning, when the heavens opened, I smiled. As raindrops soaked my shirt and shorts and shoes, I celebrated. It felt so good. I got home right when Brad was getting up. He just looked at me. For some reason he wouldn't give me a hug. So this, even if it's only a brief shower, is desperately needed and refreshingly welcome. At least to me. Jazzy, not so much.