Prior to setting out on my run this rainy/dreary morning, I started to reflect back on my workout habits during “bad weather” prior to truly getting into running. Rain would derail a longer run, let alone a long bike ride. Snow would cause my ambitions to cease and my appetite to grow. In other words, I was soft.
Again, this was before I began running in earnest. Since then, something primal has taken over and prohibits me from backing out of a run. Hell, rest days are my least favorite days of the week! How runners react to unpleasant weather is a testament to the primal nature of the sport. It appeals to something that’s so deeply rooted in our evolution that it can’t be held back once it is awoken. It’s an animalistic urge that must fulfill a primal need.
So on this rainy/dreary Memorial Day weekend (in New England anyway), I urge you to get out, wake the beast within and reap the benefits!