This morning, I was walking in the rain . . . and it’s not nearly as sexy as the piña colada song would have you think. It began with a drizzle, and I’m accustomed to that. It’s why I bought a pink visor hat. I’m also accustomed to chillier mornings, but I still wear biker shorts and a sleeveless top because I warm up by walking faster. Also, the sun usually rises above the trees after my first warm-up round.
The drizzle turned into an unexpected rain shower as soon as I got on the track. The sun never appeared. The pink visor hat was only of scant use. I began shivering and ranked up my fast walking by several orders of magnitude. Then I realized, for the first time, I was the only one on the track.