Rainy-Day Running

AJW writes about how a rainy-day run cheered him up.

By on September 1, 2017 | Comments

AJW's TaproomOut here in my little corner of Virginia, late summer is about as close as we get to a rainy season. It’s not typically anything dramatic but it comes often out of the blue and, while it greens everything up for one last burst of summer, it also has a tendency to add to the malaise of this time of year, when the days are already getting shorter and life tends to be just a little ‘blah.’

It was on Tuesday morning earlier this week that I padded downstairs in the pre-dawn darkness, fired up the coffee, and heard it, the relentless pitter patter of steady rain on our roof. At first I was taken aback as we’ve had an unusually dry summer here and the sound was strange. Then, it sunk in: it was raining. This wasn’t one of those quick 10-minute showers; this was a classic Central Virginia all-day soaker, I could just tell.

I sat down with my coffee and looked out the window. In the gloaming, I could see the merciless rain running down the windows and soaking the streets of town. I thought, Maybe I can squeeze in a quick one after work? Even as I thought it, I knew full well that I couldn’t. Perhaps I am due for a rest day? Nope, not today, either.

I drained my coffee, laced up my shoes, and stepped out onto the front porch. I was still undercover but I could just feel the cold, wet chill for the first time in months. I pushed the button on my watch and stuck my arm out into the rain. “Okay, once the GPS beeps, I’ll start running!” I said aloud, secretly hoping that for some reason the satellites would be turned off or something today. When it beeped, I did it. I stepped slowly off the stoop, jogged across the lawn, and bopped out onto the streets to begin my innocent, little five-mile loop.

Within five minutes, my singlet and shorts were soaked through. After 10 minutes, every footfall came with a resounding ‘squish,’ much like the sound of a sponge being rung out to dry. Surprisingly, when I hit the two-mile mark, and daylight finally allowed me to see my watch, I realized that I was actually moving along pretty well. Even through the dreary rain, I had a little bit of a spring in my step and felt smooth on the uphills. By mile three, I had actually forgotten about the rain. The kids huddling under umbrellas waiting for the school bus looked at me oddly, their parents drove by smugly as I began to pick up my pace, and all the while the rain teemed down. I blew water off my lips and ran along, smiling for the first time.

Arriving back at the house soaked and refreshed, I was ready and willing to greet the day, however dreary. What my little five miler had quickly taught me was that in running as in life, sometimes you need to brush aside the little annoyances and focus on what’s most important. For me, on this later-summer morning, the rain and the darkness were just an annoyance, my run was the focus, and the focus is what matters. It’s easy to bail and stick with what’s comfortable and close, but it’s the stuff that’s uncomfortable, the stuff you have to stretch and reach for that ultimately makes us better runners and, at the same time, better people.

Bottoms up!

AJW’s Beer of the Week

Bell's Brewery Oarsman AleThis week’s Beer of the Week is a great one from Bell’s Brewery in Comstock, Michigan. They make an excellent wheat ale called Oarsman Ale that’s been a staple of their brand for 10 years. A refreshing ale that is tart and fruity all at once, Oarsman is sessionable and easy drinking. Just right for this time of year.

Call for Comments (from Meghan)

  • Have you gone grudgingly out into bad weather for a run but come back happy and unaffected by it?
  • Have you ever found yourself becoming uneccessarily bothered by the little details of running and life that you can’t control? How did you reset your perspective?
Andy Jones-Wilkins

Andy Jones-Wilkins is an educator by day and has been the author of AJW’s Taproom at iRunFar for over 11 years. A veteran of over 190 ultramarathons, including 38 100-mile races, Andy has run some of the most well-known ultras in the United States. Of particular note are his 10 finishes at the Western States 100, which included 7 times finishing in the top 10. Andy lives with his wife, Shelly, and Josey, the dog, and is the proud parent of three sons, Carson, Logan, and Tully.