This morning I slowly became aware of the sound of rain drumming on the shingles above my bedroom. I knew that I would be too busy to exercise much this weekend so I grabbed my laptop to see if the storm would let up long enough for me to squeeze in a run later today. The dull gray light peeking around the edges of the window shades didn’t look promising.
The temperature outside read 41ºF. Ugh. Any colder than that and I’d rather be wearing a pair of skis or skates.
The radar showed an image of New England blanketed by green bands of rain and a few angry yellow blotches of heavier rain. All of New England, that is, except for one tiny gap above the city I live in. It wouldn’t last long. And another yellow patch was approaching fast from the west.
“Umm… now. I’m going running now.”
I finally got out of bed. Waking up could wait.