There was a light drizzle this morning. It felt oh so good. I got passed on the trail about 4 minutes into my run by a guy running with his dog. I hardly ever get passed because not a lot of people run out there. Lot of walkers, an occasional biker, and lots of different ways to go. Anyway, he said good morning to me and that the rain felt great. I agreed. I'm just glad he didn't pass me when I was five minutes into my run because then my alert would have went off and he would have heard how slow I was going. Not that he couldn't see, but to hear it is just demoralizing.