We've had rain for over a week now. Supermodel and I discussed possibly running on the road today instead of trails to avoid mud. We decided 12 miles on the road would be long and boring compared to navigating an occasional, small, mud bog on the trails.
It rained last night but had stopped this morning. The sky was grey with storm clouds. Supermodel arrived at my house at 7:30 AM, ready for our run. We're tough. We don't let a few clouds or sprinkles discourage us from accomplishing our training. It's important to stick to the plan!
When she walked up my driveway, commenting seriously about the weather, her sore knees, and hips... I couldn't focus on what she was saying, because she was wearing something... a little special.
"You have a sparkly shirt on," I said.
"It was the only tank top I could find. I might need to peel," she said matter-of-factly, clearly not concerned that she would be running trails in a sequined shirt.
Trail runners do not wear sparkly, sequined clothing on runs. Not only was I embarrassed for her, and me, I was worried the sequins might act as a lightening rod. I made a mental note to create some distance between us on the trail.
We ran. It rained. Supermodel didn't want me to create too much distance between us because she was afraid the moose her husband had recently seen on the trail would "get us". We got muddy. For much of the run, we felt like we had 1-3 pound weights on our ankles because the mud was so thick. We saw a creepy man in a hooded sweatshirt carrying a suspicious gun-looking thing in the middle of nowhere...
"What's our plan?" I asked. [I like plans.]
"If he comes towards us, run the opposite way," she said. "Fast."
That's called the every-guy-for-himself plan where I come from.
The creepy man wasn't carrying a gun and he didn't seem interested in us. He went his way and we went ours.
There was no moose, no other runners or riders tempting fate by running in the rain, under clouds that could have thrown lightening at any moment, and Supermodel's sequins actually looked pretty out there.
We finished our run, wet, dirty and spared from a lightning strike or moose attack.
We both decided that although we love running trails, we prefer the tidy kind of trails. No mud, no bugs, no wildlife. The kind where sequins don't seem so... out of place.