I woke yesterday to the sound of rain drops hitting the window above the bed. It was 5:40 in the morning, but it didn’t matter, I bolted out of bed and raced to check the weather — I had 16 miles to run!
According to weather.com the rain was anticipated to decrease to only a 60% chance by 7am and then down to 30% by 9am. It was cool out — only 60 degrees, and if it weren’t for my company picnic planned for early afternoon, I would have waited out the storm. As it were, I had no choice but to head out I the wet. I was weary of heading to my planned trail head because I had no idea how long it had been raining and had visions of a swampy, muddy mess. However, on the flip side, the foliage overhead promised a drier run. It was a toss up, and since no other options really struck my fancy I laced up my old, dirty trainers and headed for the trail.
Since the weather was cool, I donned capris and a loose-fitting long sleeved shirt, but because wearing things around my waist over baggy clothes always causes bunching (and thereby the dreaded chafe!), I was left wondering how I was going to carry my water. I’ve tried running with handhelds before, and always ended up stashing them in the bushes 3 miles in. Taking inspiration from Danica’s recent post about learning to run with a handheld I grabbed one of the 8oz bottles that came with my new 4-bottle hydration pack.
Danica suggested starting by carrying something small like an iPod or mace, just to get used to carrying something in your hand. I do this already without a problem, but at 20oz the handheld I was using was not small at all and my arm would get tired after a few miles.
My Ultimate Direction Fastdraw Extreme Hand-held Bottle.
Great for hikes, not for runs.
I’m happy to report that the little 8oz bottle worked swimmingly. My arm never got tired and I never ran out of fluid. Because it was cool out, and because I knew there would be a water fountain at my halfway point, I was comfortable carrying so little fluid. On a warmer day this never would have worked!
Two things stood out to me on my run:
1) Apparently only dedicated runners hit the trail in the rain. No walkers, chit-chatters or recreational runners dared to brave the elements. You could see it in their eyes — every runner out there was focused on knocking out their workout as quickly as possible. I was dreaming of warming up with a big mug of black coffee and comfy sweats and I’m pretty sure they were too.
2) There were also no cyclists to be found. Why is that? Is it because the trail is too slippery? Or do rain drops really hurt that much more when hitting you in the face at 16mph rather than 6mph?
The highlight: Another celebrity sighting! Right around mile 2 a guy runs past and shouts, “Olivia!”. I knew instantly who it was, but of course I could only remember his blog name and not his given name. As I was debating the merits of calling it out in return, he saved me by pointing to his chest and yelling, “Running moron!!”. Yes, that’s right. It was Brett from The Running Moron. I had a good chuckle over that one and it helped time fly by for a while, so Brett? I owe you one.
The low point: Dispite using a handheld, I did not escape chaffing. As I stepped into the shower I let out a little scream as the water hit my collar bone. Turns out that the necklace that I’ve been running with for years is not ment to be paired with rain under a high-collared shirt. The chain rubbed my poor collarbone raw.
What’s the strangest injury you’ve sustained while running?