Marion and Maureen invited me along on their 18 miler. I only needed 12 today, but went along for the company. We rode up the canyon in a downpour, and within a few yards of the car, I was soaked. Then the rain never stopped for 15 miles. The girls had another 4-5 more to do when I got off the trail at home. I hope the rain let up. The good news is that running down the canyon was like being a participant in one of those esoteric Japanese ink / block prints. The kind with fog hovering over craggy mountain tops and overflowing waterfalls. The new green leaves and wet dark ground were lush and fresh. It truly never stopped raining the whole run. Aside from the Saint George Marathon this year, I have never run that far, in that much rain. When I came inside my house, I literally dripped puddles onto the tile. I had to put my running clothes into the sink to drain. Running in weather is so exciting. But my hands were like giant red lobster claws by the time I was done. I had to ask my kids to untie my shoelaces because my fingers wouldn't work. When when I got into the tub, I couldn't tell if the water was freezing cold or scalding hot. It was weird. Overall, it was an easy run. It's nice when those 17-18 milers pay off and suddenly 14-15 seems like an 'easy' run. And, it was awesome to have company. Only, I never think to warn people that I'm crazy, and I never censor my speech/thoughts while I run. Most people say 'running therapy' but for me it's more like therapy while running. | 