I really have very little of note to report about today. I woke up periodically throughout the morning, but managed to keep myself in bed until about 10:30. I awoke to pouring rain and cold. I have actually gotten to a happy place when it comes to the rain. I actually find myself enjoying rainy days now. They give me a chance to take things slowly, read a book, accomplish a few menial tasks and not feel like I’m missing out on something outside. I suppose the truth is that rainy days take the pressure off. Anything that you accomplish on a rainy day is just pure gravy. Everything is pure gravy when you can beat the day at it’s own game by enjoying the peace of a dreary day!
Now, I don’t want to give the wrong impression here…It was indeed raining today, and I did indeed read a book (Ernest Hemingway’s ‘The Old Man and the Sea’) and accomplished a couple of other things, but contrary to the picture of a lazy day I just painted, I did also get out and about. I suppose I got out and about in a big way. Today was a running day for me, and I felt it necessary to force myself out amongst the raindrops to avoid breaking the pattern. I didn’t necessarily intend on turning this rainy day into my first attempt at running a half marathon, but that’s what it turned into. I finished off my run at just over 21km (thanks to Ms. Wales for the distance correction) and felt a great sense of accomplishment. It was rainy, windy and an altogether miserable day to be running, but in the end it turned out to be a wonderful experience. As I have mentioned, I was able to turn off my conscious mind and just focus on the run and the rain. It was rather peaceful.
Now I’m hanging out at home, getting ready to pick an activity for the evening. I think that I’m going to delve into the world of guitar frustration and perhaps head over to the school to play a little piano. I may also pick up another book. I love the feeling I get when I finish a good book!
Alright, I’m off…