Yesterday after a great but intense workout at the gym, I still wanted to go out for a walk. Mostly just to "be" outside. I had a brilliant idea. I would walk to the park and sit outside and read for a little while and then walk back. So I packed a bag and threw on my flip-flops. I intentionally didn't wear sneakers so I wouldn't run.
I got about halfway to where I was headed when I realized the sky ahead of me was getting dark and the wind was picking up. So I smartly decided to turn around and head home. About a 1/2 mile from my house the rain begins and I begin to run. The wind and rain pick up, I pick up as much speed as I can manage in wet flip flops. At some point I decided to just lose the shoes and run barefoot. Sopping wet hair all in my face. And I have this feeling like I'm in a movie scene.... the angry/tramatized/deeply in love heroine running through the rain.
Except all I was running for was because I had a library book in my non-waterproof bag all my windows were open - car and house!
And as only a great movie moment would, as soon as I got everything closed up and out of my drenched clothes the sun came right back out!
Today I'm staying close to home.