Oh, nothing, just finished running 8 miles, whatever, no big deal. Except…
1. That’s the furthest I’ve ever run. Ever.
2. According to Weather Underground, there is currently an area flood advisory, wind advisory, and Special Weather Statement regarding heavy rains and urban flooding in effect.
3. Within 10 minutes of leaving my house, my clothes were soaked through, and weighed at least quadruple their dry weight.
Coming back on the trail through the park, just over a mile from home, I found that the creek had overflowed the wooden bridge. Undeterred, I climbed up on the 4×4 guardrail and walked across like a gymnast on a balance beam, only to find that a raging torrent had swallowed up the trail on the other side. Backtracking, I cut through the park to a nearby neighborhood and stepped into an ankle-deep mud puddle. Great feeling…I got to listen to my left shoe squelch all the way home.
I felt a little crazy running in the wild weather (at first I was sort of giddy-crazy, like a kid on a snow day, then later, more of a “what-the-hell-was-I-thinking” crazy) but I wasn’t the craziest person out there. Running through the country club I saw two guys golfing. No kidding…golfing! On a day like today! I was out there because I want to run a half-marathon in a few months. What was these guys’ excuse?
Oh, and as to the half-marathon. I’m thinking about the Heartbreaker Half in downtown Portland, February 19th. I’m a little worried, because I’m not sure what the Heartbreaker is supposed to be…Me, cuz I’m so sexy in my winter running gear? (Cap with brim, check…Headband to cover ears, worn over cap with brim, check…Batman-like belt with cell phone, keys, water bottle, iPod, gloves, check…Who could resist?) Or maybe the heartbreaker is the hill up Naito to Barbur Blvd. and Terwilliger? I guess I’ll find out. In any case, today’s monsoon run makes me feel prepared for whatever inclement weather February might send my way.