It's rained 3 days straight in sunny Atlanta. It's the most rain and clouds that I've seen since moving down here in late June. We even missed the blood moon because there wasn't a clear patch of sky.
I fell asleep on the floor stretching. Believe it or not, that happens a lot. I woke up at 4 am. Typically I set my alarm for 4 am but there is an unwritten rule in the great Magna Carta of sleep. If one falls asleep and wake up at a random hour, if said hour doesn't require being awake for work, then said named sleeper is absolutely required to continue to sleep. I don't make the rules, I'm only a messenger.
So I still haven't done my 3 mile easy run. It is absolutely pouring rain outside and as beautiful as it sounds raining out there, generally running in the rain isn't pleasant.
Lately I've done some runs in the rain and it's something I like about it. Years ago I used to run on the local track in Bed Stuy Brooklyn. The track was usually pretty active with groups of folks and people that didn't want to run through the hood. One particular morning it rained and the track was a ghost town. I decided to continue the run. I said to myself, this is when he real work is done. So ever since that day, when it rains, I get excited about the solitude and the work that I do while others are nestle under their collective umbrellas.
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