Running in the rain, what a glorious feeling, I'm happy again...

IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT: Last night, for the first time in my life, I enjoyed running. Enjoyed, was filled with joy because of, took joy in.....running? I hate running. It's easy to hate running when you're on the verge of your lungs collapsing, you've got an aching stitch in your side, and your 195 heart rate has caused you to see spots, not to mention everything is jiggling and bouncing (sorry for the illusion). Trust me, I've hated running.

Last night, I had to jump rope until I reached 500 calories to complete a "challenge" at the gym. When I first joined the gym, I would jump the rope maybe 25 times and have to stop because my heart rate had skyrocketed. Last night I would jump for a minute straight and look down to see my heart rate had only reached 170 or 175. I'm VERY happy that I have conditioned myself and am actually more "fit" now, but it did take me a little bit longer than it would have originally to reach 500 calories!

That being said, after my jumping rope, Jenn and I went out to run, but it was pouring down rain. Instead of yogging (jogging) we picked up the pace because we wanted to avoid being drenched and I had an absolute blast. I felt like a child again, like a little kid playing with friends. It seemed effortless, refreshing, and amazing. For the first time in my life, I had a glimpse into why people even like to run in the first place. Big step for me. Maybe one day I'll run?

Conclusion: I should go run everytime it rains.