A few factors didn't cooperate, most notably my lungs. I'm still congested and coughing up phlegm, so I wasn't surprised to struggle in that regard. I was planning to do two miles, but then the rain set in. I purposely chose a route close to home so I could easily return if my body wimped out.
|Just the right amount of stormy, and the rain blessed me with cooler temperatures, too.|
In the end, I was out of breath, rained-on, and exuberant.
|Check out that *glow*|
If I had allowed May to slip through my fingers completely, I would have missed my goal of "no blank months" this year.
I have a long journey ahead, even to start building up to a solid 4 miles, but I've been there before and I'll get there again. Today, I'm feeling positive.
How would you describe the feeling of a first run back after a break?
Do you like running in the rain?